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Forced Wife To Black!
Chapter 1
TJ Ryder
Illustrated Interracial Cuckoldress!
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Not having any illusions about women in general or
my own personal attractiveness, being rich but only 5'5
and a thin, beardless, wimpy, geekoid type to begin with;
well, when this lady in my garden club began pitching her
unmarried daughter at me my guard was definitely up.
The next time though I hosted this club of my neighbor
hood gardening society in my large back yard under the
gazebo she brought her daughter with her, and was she
luscious! Pamela was not only gorgeous, she was so sweet,
very fair 26 year old blonde with green eyes, large
breasts, small waist, beautiful butt. Well educated too!
But being such a basically nice person who even brought out
the nice part of me, way deep I didn't think it even
existed, as long as we talked I had this puzzle to figure out.
Pamela knew her mother was pitching her at me, and I
knew that after talking to her, having a couple dinner type
tame dates with her, talking with people who knew her,
that she was way too ethical to marry someone she didn't
love just because he had dough!
One thing I loved about her was how submissive and
sensitive she was, even to a certified bastard like myself.
And I guess even when I realized that, that I loved someone,
that was a shock.
Having moved to Europe after selling my business on the
net I pretty much gave up on any women other than fetish
kinky professional types.
So, being the suspicious type since I knew I was falling
for her, I dug deeper. And of course I found out why she
was hanging around me. Her family was desperately broke
and her father had serious uninsured health issues. I
shut it off right there because how could I take advantage
of a sweet girl who was sacrificing her own future just
to marry a bastard like me for her family's sake?
But I loved our dates together, and she had never met
anyone like me before and was fascinated and astonished
at the occasional real me that slipped out on occasion,
but also flattered because she knew like all beautiful
women know that I was hot for her.
I had a big engagement ring all picked out after I
knew I had to make a fool of myself and I even had a scam
figured out for my pitch. To me everything is a scam!
I was going to be up front and tell her I knew she didn't
love me and maybe I didn't or couldn't ever know what love
was but I definitely lusted for her. And I knew the only
reason she let her mother push her to me was the financial
family situation and I admired her for that, but that
wasn't enough for a lifelong marriage. And I was also
going, (I had a whole little speech written out and was
always changing it) to tell her I had a solution.
She was very religious and her family was very, very
conservative, so I would tell her I wanted to give her
an out, kind of like a prenup agreement.
She'd give me a year of her life, and after that,
if she didn't want to be with me any more, she could
leave. In return I would solve the family's financial
problems permanently the day we got married,
so either way they'd be taken care of.
But no alimony or property division. I don't
being cleaned out but its hard to come back with heavy
court ordered expenses and a jail cell waiting if you
don't make them.
I thought if she was marrying me for her family, than
when I took care of that, she'd be free as a bird if
she wanted to go after that year. So the whole pitch was
to give me a whole year to want to stay with me!
I was just about to make this pitch when a source
told me something else about Pamela. One of the
curious things about this conservative community was
how young the girls get married off, usually by
20. So a source told me that when she was in college
in America she had a flirtation with a black jockstar
and her family was so aghast at it they yanked her back
and kept her secluded.
So now I have another angle. She was attracted once
to a big black buck and she might be a coalburner without
knowing it yet. That made it almost perfect for a deal
and I had to beat off a couple of times working it out.
First I had to know how great a coalburner she was!
That night over dinner at this special interracial
club she had never been in and was frankly scandalized
by the costumes, her eyes wandering to big nearly naked
black waiters with just bow ties on and rippling glistening
and gleaming muscles and a speedo bathing suit that looked
stuffed with 20 pounds of bulging meat, she was blushing,
her eyes were wide, her pink tongue was running over her
lips constantly. And he sure loved gaping at her,
his frank stares at her low-cut strapless top
exposing her firm full white breasts.
"Please Jack, I think we should go somewhere else!"
she said pleadingly, at the same time unable to take
her eyes off our waiter's basket.
"I'm sorry, honey, but you know how I feel about you,"
I said, taking her small soft hand, imagining it trying
to encircle a big hard black cock, "and I think its time
you knew more about me, because, well, just because, okay?"
She retreated, so sweetly submissive, but she was still
very uncomfortable there.
"I wanted to show you Club Noir because this is part
of my business!" That was of course a lie but she wouldn't
know that!
Her eyes widened at that, "I, I thought you were in
the internet or something!"
"Well, yes, I have several businesses, and this is one
of them. In fact all my club investments are interracial
clubs, and I know you and your family are well, conservative!"
She paused, licking her full lips, "you mean, I suppose,
my family is kind of racist?"
"No, I didn't say that. It's just that when Mrs Jackson
who moved into the block wanted to join the gardening club, well
a certain member blackballed her!"
"Oh, my mother," she frowned, embarassed. "I suppose I
shouldn't be surprised at the things you find out, because your'e
so kind of, well, sinister, Jack! I am ashamed of my mother
for doing that but she was raised in a different era. My whole
clan is like that and I was raised under it."
"But you aren't? I mean I don't care, but it is part of
my lifestyle to visit the interracial clubs, take care of
business, socialize and things!"
"Um, oh I see, well. I must tell you once, Jack, why
I didn't finish college in America," she paused trying to
figure out how to do it, but she did, and I let her, pretending
not to have known it.
"So, you don't have a prejudice against, say, black males,
like Mustapha here?" I smiled up at Mustapha who I had of course
paid off earlier in the evening as he came over with a second
round of drinks.
"How do, Sir an Madame!"
Pamela blushed as his hip moved close to her bare
shoulder, and his heavy sack almost touched her arm as he reached
across the table to put my drink in front of me.
"By the way Mustapha, this is my special lady, Pamela!"
Pamela looked up to his eyes, trying to avoid his crotch,
and forced a smile through the blush.
"Yassup, ma'am, Ise proud to meetcha! Any friend of Mr.
Ryder's a fren of mine!" He put out his huge black hand
to her, and she put her small pink hand on his, and it was
totally covered by it a he smiled wide at her, holding the
hand a little longer than necessary.
"Um, I-I'm very pleased to meet you, Mustapha!"
"Likewise, ma'am, yo so pretty ah sho hope Mr. Ryder
brings yo here a whole lot now!"
He held her hand long enough so that she might want to
pull it back, and lightly enough so she could, but she didn't
and she couldn't, still looking him in the eyes, blushing
furiously. He grinned and looked at me and winked! I
smiled back. And his enormous cock in his ballsac began
to swell a little, and Pamela suppressed a shiver and
a soft moan at the sight.
"That will be all, Mustapha, your'e getting too familiar
with my girl!"
"Yassuh," he grinned, releasing her hand, "ah be comin
back with appetizers now!" As he walked away Pamela had to
look at his muscular black back.
"Oh, the uniforms here are so, well scandalous!"
"You should see them at Club Mandingo where I sometimes
have to go for weekends!"
She put a hand to her mouth, the name of the notorious
interracial trysting resort was no doubt forbidden to
even say out loud in her home!
"You have to go there?"
"Oh sure, part owner and all, sometimes have to stay
for a weekend!" Actually if this pitch worked I was going
to buy a share of the local Mandingo Club just to keep down
expenses.
*********************************
"Dear," she said, from the bathroom of the honeymoon suite,
"I just can't wear this bikini! It's just scandalous!"
I smiled from the front patio and chuckled, insisting she
come out to show me. Peeking around the corner to see if
any other guest could see her, she finally came out, blushing
still. She was a killer knockout, her big firm swaying breasts
with just butt floss pasties and her tiny lime green bikini
panties. I had even trimmed her bikini line myself, shaving
her blonde peach fuzz down to a tiny little triangle, and
then deciding to remove it completely. The fuzz tickled my
nostrils when I ate her out anyway. My lovemaking was pretty
much oral anyway, my little 4 inch penis spurting as soon as
I slipped into her expanding pussy or butt.
"You look fantastic, honey!" I said honestly, reaching for
her and kissing her on her soft lips.
"You actually want me to go to the pool like this, dear?"
"Why of course, look down there, everyone's wearing stuff
like this. Why look, there's Mustapha waving up at us!"
"Ooooh!" She gasped, and saw he appeared at first to be naked
but was actually wearing a lace mesh thong. She blushed again,
because Mustapha and a friend on her bachelorette party were
the hired strippers that I sent over and re acquainted her with
big black cocks, and he said afterwards she just couldn't
get enough and was the hottest piece he had ever had.
Pamela was so sweet and honest, even with everything at
stake, she had called me the next day and confessed everything
and told me she would understand if I wanted to back out!
I didn't of course tell her she was set up, but I also
told her that in my business that kind of behavior as long
as it was discreet was normal and I still loved her more than
ever. She was shocked, but relieved. And she promised not to
do it again!
"Why of course, honey, but it isn't necessary. I don't mind!"
And part of what I was doing was testing her in various ways.
I was also wearing a thong bikini bottom on my 135 lb skinny
body, from the children's rack because my little penis and
testicles barely bulged it. It was common at Mandingo's to
do this because the wives could see the vast difference in size
between giant hung black studs and pale small white under
endowed husbands, to help them go black. I was going to
hook her up with some couples whose wives were blackstud
maneaters with sissy wimpy husbands during this honeymoon,
where I would be called away for a few days for 'business'.
*****
Continued in upcoming story!
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