Ken will be home in a minute, so I should really get a
grip on myself and stop thinking about the talk Charles and I had last night.
My God, he was so outrageous! He practically told me that I was going to be his
Mistress - the cheeky sod.
But why was Ken standing there letting Charles come on
to me like that? Why didn't he object and offer to take him outside for a
fight? Surely, no matter how big and well developed his big Black Workmate is,
a husband shouldn't stand aside while his own Wife is being seduced right under
his nose. And when I asked Ken why he did nothing, he just replied that it was
the 'Natural Order' and that it was about time in our marriage that I should
become 'Black Owned' - whatever that means.
It's not as if I don't fancy Charles. The thought of
being in his bed and taking his big dark brown member inside me does make me
feel warm and shivery. And Ken, I must admit, is not very well hung and only
lasts for a few moments before his little Willy goes pop! He is a bit of a 'one
shot wonder.'
Perhaps if I let Ken know that I might be interested
in having a relationship with Charles, then he might say yes. And if I'm honest
I think it's pretty likely that ...
... Ken
will accept the fact that he is now a cuckold.
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