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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: My name is Jennifer, but everybody calls me Jenny. Bill, my husband, and I started dating in high school, and continued to date until we graduated. We were sexually active from the second date. I wasn't what I'd consider easy. Most boys didn't even get to first base until the third or forth date. I was aware that Bill had a kinky side, but it didn't bother me all that much. Then one night Bill, drunk as usual, brought back a guy from the bar he'd been drinking at. The guy called Toby happened to be black and he had his own ideas of what to do when Bill passed out from the drink. It was the start of a whole new adventure for me - as a whore to black men ...
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/Black Stud,
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [61 KB]
Reading time: 40-57 min.
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My name is Jennifer, but everybody calls me Jenny. Bill, my husband, and I started dating in high school, and continued to date until we graduated. We were sexually active from the second date. I wasn't what I'd consider easy. Most boys didn't even get to first base until the third or forth date. I was aware that Bill had a kinky side, but it didn't bother me all that much.
By kinky, I mean he liked to show me off to his buddies and even to strangers. Things like lifting my shirt or pulling my top down, to show off my boobs. I was always self conscious of my breasts, because to me they were too small and looked funny. My nipples are puffy and breasts are cone shaped, but that didn't deter Bill. He showed then to every man that seemed interested. I was a late bloomer that didn't bloom all that much. Until I was sixteen, I had the body of a little boy. At twenty, I had the body of a thirteen year old girl.
One night just a few months before we got married we went to a Forth of July fireworks show. As usual Bill packed a lot of beer in a cooler. We ran into an old friend of Bill's and he sat with us on our blanket and helped us drink the beer. I don't even remember his name. After the fireworks there was still beer left and good old Bill was never one to save some for later. We ended up at the lake and Bill's friend went with us. While Bill and I made out in the front seat of the car, the guy sat in the back and watched us. I felt a flash of embarrassment when Bill took my shirt off. It wasn't long before Bill had me out of and bent over the trunk of the car. While Bill screwed me the guy watched us. I was terribly embarrassed, but I didn't say anything. By that time it was too late anyway, because both Bill and I were too hot to stop.
I was working as a bank teller while Bill drove a city delivery truck. After we were married Bill kept showing me off to anybody we happened to run across. Often he would have me model lingerie for his friends. Over time, Bill had became more and more brazen with our sexual activities, and on several occasions he would have sex with me with his buddies watching. After a while I stopped being embarrassed and went with the flow. It was a miracle that my employer didn't find out about me being exhibited all over the county. I would have been fired because bankers are a stuffy lot.
I guess Bill had what you would call a low libido, because he needed something extra to get his motor running. I took what I could get, even if it meant having an audience. He would put on a show for his friends every couple of months when the mood suited him. We never talked about it. He never mentioned it and neither did I. It just got to be a part of our routine. We had been married nearly a year, and during that time none of his friends ever touched me. It was a rule that abruptly changed one night.
"Jenny, I'm home," I heard him call. He was late, but I knew he was going to be out with friends drinking. "Come on out here and say hello to my new friend, Toby."
"I'll be out in a minute," I called back. I had just gotten out of the bath and was wearing my old quilted robe. I assumed that it was going to be another show time for his new friend. It was okay with me, because I was horny, and because Bill hadn't touched me for several days. Like I said, I took what I could get, when I could get it. Toby turned out to be a large black man, which was odd because I hadn't even known Bill knew a black person.
"Hi ,Toby," I said. Bill and Toby were sitting on the couch in the living room of our small apartment. "I'm Jenny." Toby was a very large man with his head shaved and shining in the light. He grinned and nodded at me.
"You want a beer?" Bill asked. His words were slurred.
"No, Honey, there's some wine in the fridge," I answered. I was a little pissed, because when Bill drank a lot, which apparently he had, he couldn't get it up, or keep it up if he happened to get an erection. It was shaping up to be another night of his fumbling attempts and going to sleep before I even got aroused. I got a glass of wine and went back to the living room.
"I was telling ol' Toby that you have the prettiest tits in this part of the country," Bill said stumbling over 'prettiest' "Why don't you show him your titties?"