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 endeavour 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 neighbourhood 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 favour. 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.