Content Warnings: Black cocks in white pussy, breeding
Janine reached over and took the phone from Jessica, “Here, just let me do it!” She laughed as Jessica sat back warily eyeing her phone.
“Don't go too crazy.” She finished with a laugh that tried impossibly to mask her anxiety.
“Don't worry,” Janine assured her as she typed away on the phone. “Look, you can turn the app on and off if your phone starts blowing up.” Janine pointed the phone at Jessica, “Now give me your sexiest look.”
The phone made an artificial shutter sound, “Oh come on, pucker those lips like you're blowing a kiss!” Janine admonished her as she took another with Jessica finally getting into the spirit and managing a good shot.
“No to girls, yes to boys, eyes blue, hair blonde...” Janine went on as she filled out the profile. “And there you go.” She handed the phone back to Jessica who took it greedily.
Her eyes locked on the screen as she scrolled through the details, “Hey, what's this bit-” she lowered her voice, “about looking for someone who's gonna last in bed?”
“You gotta have some flavor in there, you know, to reel them in.” Janine insisted, “But do whatever. When you've got it the way you like it just toggle it up at the top and it will go live and then it will start finding matches for you.”
Mike stood just outside the doorway, listening. He'd been going toward the bathroom when he overheard Janine pestering his ******** about making a profile on that dating app. He shook his head, and here he thought Janine was the straight laced one of them two.
Jessica had just turned eighteen and graduation was just around the corner. To this point Mike felt like he'd dodged a bullet. Between volleyball after school, her friends, and school work she'd stayed pretty busy and as far as he knew she'd never had a serious relationship and if anything she wasn't looking for one.
He'd hoped that his ******** would have been more assertive with her friend but now he just hoped that she forgot about the app and never made her profile live. She had no clue what kind of weirdos were out there. But, that was partially his fault picking a subdivision in a mostly white middle class neighborhood for her to grow up in.
Mike was mid-step when he heard his ******** again. “There's a lot of African boys on here.” He stepped back and looked through the crack in the door again, seeing his ******** with the phone between her legs looking down at it while she ran her fingers over it.
“Yeah, they're all over the place. You really can't filter them out or anything.” Janine answered, “I mean, they come on strong but you just have to block them.”
Mike sighed and stepped away heading toward the bathroom. He tried to forget what he just saw – his little girl was all grown up and she'd be leaving the house soon for college. It really wasn't, as much as he hated to admit it, any of his business anymore.
Mike was starring at the clock. It was three in the morning but he hadn't slept for hours. Instead he'd been laying there listening to his wife breathing and thinking about their ********. Thinking about her out there on this dating app. Thinking about a plan.
He snuck out of bed leaving his wife behind and made it downstairs to the computer room where he could be alone. He knew the app, all the kids were using it, and he knew the website. It didn't take him long to make a profile, and activate his account and start looking for his ********. He had to know, and he had to do something.
It was there, it was live. Not only had she used the photo that Janine had taken but she'd dug through her archived images and pulled out a few of her in a bikini from their ****** trip to the water park last year. He read the profile, and then re-read it. He felt it in the pit of his stomach cold and hard. “Looking for a little fun...” Did she mean what he thought she meant? His little girl, but the more he read the more he realized that was exactly what she was looking for.
No. He thought to himself and exited the account, quickly he started making a new account. Aside from locating himself somewhere else nearby it was all fabricated. The antithesis of what he thought his ******** would like. Brash, diminished intellect, poor grammar and spelling, and to top it off black.
He found a generic gang banger image buried in Google and used that in the profile and named him Denzel. Then started crafting the message. It was a delicate line to toe, he had to write something that showed some commonality with Jessica, things that would make her want to respond, but also come off as someone twenty years younger than himself and of a completely different background. He wrote, then re-wrote the message several times and before he realized it he'd been at it over an hour. But it had to be perfect. It had to be good enough to warrant a response.
His stomach was full of butterflies by the time he hit the send button. It was done, Mike breathed a sigh of relief. Now he just had to wait, she'd be up in a couple hours. He figured he'd have to get the app on his phone to make it believable.
First he would get her attention. Then using what he knew about her, he'd woo her, and then he'd stand her up – she'd never dealt with rejection well.
The ping surprised him, it wasn't even five in the morning and she'd responded. “So, you like volleyball – you ever see one of my games?” Mike starred at the message with apprehension, he'd brought this on himself. After some back and fourth he decided he was overthinking things and decided to run with it and the two of them chatted for the next two hours till Jessica insisted she had to get ready for school.
“But he's so... black.” Janine giggled pointing at the phone.
“I know, I know.” Jessica laughed, “But Denzel's funny, and he likes volleyball, and – I mean, it's like we're connected on this whole other level!”
“I can tell.” Said Janine scrolling through the messages, “He hasn't even asked for a shot of your tits.” She lamented, “You better send one.” She finished knowingly.
“Come on, we've got something good here that's above all that shit.” Jessica justified to her friend.
“Unless he's just leading you on for some other reason, maybe Catfishing you.”
Jessica sat there a moment and grabbed the phone out of Janine's hands. She scrolled through the messages, “Hummmm...” She thought hard and threw it back to her friend. “Should it be like head-on or should I be like in profile?” She asked.
“Definitely from the side, you know – with that playful look and your hair kinda tossed over your shoulder.” Janine coached her as Jessica pusher her hair to the side.
Jessica pulled her shirt and bra up and held them at chin level trying to look alluring, “Three, two, one.” Janine counted down. “Got it.” She tossed the phone to her friend.
Jessica looked at the photo for a few seconds before sending it along. “What if he doesn't like it?”
Janine shook her head, “In what world wouldn't he liked it? Unless he only dated black chicks in which case why message you at all. Oh!” Janine said realizing something, “Ask for a dick pic while you're at it – you know, something in return.”
Jessica blushed as she continued the conversation. “Okay, done.” She tossed the phone onto her end table afraid to look at it.
The two of them talked about college, about living on campus and they were still going at it when the phone vibrated. Jessica and Janine both looked at it, Janine with a broad grin on her face and it vibrated again.
“Let's look at the score.” Janine raised her eyebrows as Jessica picked up the phone.
“Oh my God.” She dropped her jaw and purposefully raised her eye brows, “He's hung like a horse.”
“I gotta see!” Janine giggled and tried to grab the phone from Jessica but she wasn't letting go so Janine had to get up and stand next to her friend, “Damn...” She deadpanned transfixed.
“Maybe it's not to scale?” Jessica justified.
“What? His hand?” Janine joked, “Does he have some super-tiny hands or something?” She laughed and started dancing around, “Tiny hands, little hands, he's got the baby hands!”
“What. What do I do now?” She muttered her mouth dry.
“With a cock like that, whatever you want.” Janine offered her a toothy grin.
“No you idiot...” Jessica quickly typed in 'Nice cock' and hit send.
Janine was looking at her screen again, “Nice cock.” She laughed. “Quick-” She broke off, “Do a reverse image search to see if he stole that picture from somewhere.” Jessica continued poking around on her phone as Janine continued, “I mean, if that's real. If that's real – he deserves some puss. But you're taking that picture yourself.” She added after a pause.
“I can't find anything.” Jessica muttered while searching around online.
“If the end game in all of this is to get that monster inside you we better order you some toys to get in shape.” Janine joked but Jessica didn't see the humor in it through the light feeling in her chest.
“Can you... give me a minute please?” Jessica said at last.
“Let me know when you're done.” Janine left with a smile.
“What the fuck.” Mike muttered to himself, it was his ********, laying on her back and taking a picture of herself, legs spread in front of the bedroom mirror. He could see everything. He scrolled the message so he wasn't looking at it and struggled to figure out his next move.
He'd through that things were going well till the messages started rolling in a little bit ago. He knew that with them talking he'd broken down some of her barriers but now he realized that was probably a bad thing. What was worse is that now he had naked pictures of his ******** on his phone. He wouldn't be able to keep this up once he left work for the day, too many eyes around that might land on something they shouldn't.
He focused, tried to get back into character, 'Damn girl, I can't wait to to taste that sweet twat of yours.' He regretted the message as soon as he sent it. Somehow though this personality had formed in him over the days of talking and sometimes the words just came out only to be followed by regret later. What would Denzel do? Had been the question he'd been answering in each of these messages and it wasn't always something he wanted to type or see.
'Maybe this weekend' the reply Mike got left him with a dry throat. He starred at it as if painted into a corner. But this was what he wanted, somewhere public, somewhere she could be stood up and people would notice.
He did a quick search around the area, he didn't know the clubs or other hangouts but thankfully there were reviews. He found one, it was a bit of a jog but it would make her feel even worse to go so far out of her way. He sent along the address, '10 PM, Saturday'. And with a overwhelming feeling of relief closed the app for hopefully the last time.
Mike sat alone in the dark living room. His phone in his hand, waiting. His wife was up in the bedroom and his ******** – she'd left for her date.
It was almost one in the morning, and so far Jessica had sent several messages. He hadn't responded to any of them. They had become increasingly pissy before taking on a pleading tone. But still, there hadn't been a message in about an hour.
He figured she'd finally got in the car to head home. To pass the time he decided to look more into the club he'd sent her to. He pulled up the reviews, and there was something he hadn't noticed before – the number of white women dancing with black men. Sure, he'd picked that club since it was closer to the city but he hadn't meant for it to be that authentic. He scrolled through the photos but nearly every one had at least one interracial couple dancing in them or kissing in a car in the parking lot or hiding away in the corner laughing.
Mike had a sick feeling in his stomach as he looked through the texts again and couldn't wait to hear his ********'s car pull up in the drive way. But, it didn't happen, another hour, then two.
His mind was racing, his ******** was missing. Did he have to wait 24 hours before calling the cops? He Googled it and was reading through the responses when his app gave a new notification.
Relief flooded over him and he switched to the app, it was a video message. He clicked the play button.
“Denzel, what up? I just wanted to thank you so much for NOT meeting up with Jessica tonight” It started out, some unknown man talking, the camera shakily pointing into the dark corner of a room, “Jessica would like me to tell you to fuck off, but that instead of fucking off you could have been fucking her.” The camera panned down and there she was, his ********, naked, hickeys covering her breasts, and a black cock in her snatch.
“This all could have been yours.” She laughed running her hands over her slick body, from sweat or something else Mike couldn't be sure.
The video finished and Mike felt physically ill. He staggered up from the couch his heart racing in his chest. As he made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water there was another notification. He paused in the hallway and, hands trembling, clicked the next play button.
“That's it, that's it!” Jessica cried out emotionally on the verge of tears but undoubtedly in ecstasy, “Use me. Make me your bitch!”
“Gonna nut!” The man behind the camera called out as Jessica dug her nails into her flanks. He buried himself in her and the camera moved closer, a blurry mess between her legs much too close to focus. It pulled back and a monster of a black cock plopped out of her pussy, the end still covered in cum.
The video ended and Mike had to hold the wall to steady himself. “No.” He muttered weakly, as far as he knew Jessica wasn't on any sort of birth control.
Finally Mike took an uneven sip of water, gagging as it went down the wrong pipe. He sat in the dark at the kitchen table. Taking in the darkness. Wondering if it was over, would it ever be over.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed but he jumped when he heard his phone vibrate for the third time. He didn't need to look at the video but he couldn't help himself.
This time the cell phone was propped up somewhere along the side of the bed and the video started with the black man pulling his hand away from starting the recording. Mike watched as the black man rutted with his ********, both of them groaning and gyrating with one another. Then, his ******** said something, very faint. Again, and again, getting louder, “Do it... breed me... breed me...” She grunted as his glistening shaft buried itself into her over and over.
“What about college and that shit.” He asked fucking into her.
“Fuck college.” She responded, “Put a baby in my belly – please.” The scene wasn't so animistic, it was much more – loving than the initial fucking. The two went at it for some time, likely forgetting that the phone was even recording. “My *** is going to throw a fit when this baby comes out black.” Jessica laughed and the two of them kissed. They held tight together and Mike imagined the millions of swimmers racing one another – all of them out to end his bloodline. It was just too much to bear and it was with the greatest of disgust that he realized that he had shot his load in his briefs without even touching himself.
Posted this idea in the forum a couple years back and since no one acted on it decided to just give it a write. Aged up the character slightly to meet the community standards. Was originally going to have the father find a black man to stand in for him after setting up the date and then have things get out of hand (since the black man would be able to use that as leverage to get into the house over and over again) but having her meet up with some black man after going through being stood up just seemed more organic as I was writing it. Obviously would be pleased to see someone out there write up the other idea I had for a similar story where a wife sets up a dating account at the insistence of her co-worker despite not intending to cheat and then the husband gets in there with the perfect profile and accidentally gets her laid with black cock.
Anyway, not really BNWO or cheating wives so I kinda struggled for a spot on this one.
Janine reached over and took the phone from Jessica, “Here, just let me do it!” She laughed as Jessica sat back warily eyeing her phone.
“Don't go too crazy.” She finished with a laugh that tried impossibly to mask her anxiety.
“Don't worry,” Janine assured her as she typed away on the phone. “Look, you can turn the app on and off if your phone starts blowing up.” Janine pointed the phone at Jessica, “Now give me your sexiest look.”
The phone made an artificial shutter sound, “Oh come on, pucker those lips like you're blowing a kiss!” Janine admonished her as she took another with Jessica finally getting into the spirit and managing a good shot.
“No to girls, yes to boys, eyes blue, hair blonde...” Janine went on as she filled out the profile. “And there you go.” She handed the phone back to Jessica who took it greedily.
Her eyes locked on the screen as she scrolled through the details, “Hey, what's this bit-” she lowered her voice, “about looking for someone who's gonna last in bed?”
“You gotta have some flavor in there, you know, to reel them in.” Janine insisted, “But do whatever. When you've got it the way you like it just toggle it up at the top and it will go live and then it will start finding matches for you.”
Mike stood just outside the doorway, listening. He'd been going toward the bathroom when he overheard Janine pestering his ******** about making a profile on that dating app. He shook his head, and here he thought Janine was the straight laced one of them two.
Jessica had just turned eighteen and graduation was just around the corner. To this point Mike felt like he'd dodged a bullet. Between volleyball after school, her friends, and school work she'd stayed pretty busy and as far as he knew she'd never had a serious relationship and if anything she wasn't looking for one.
He'd hoped that his ******** would have been more assertive with her friend but now he just hoped that she forgot about the app and never made her profile live. She had no clue what kind of weirdos were out there. But, that was partially his fault picking a subdivision in a mostly white middle class neighborhood for her to grow up in.
Mike was mid-step when he heard his ******** again. “There's a lot of African boys on here.” He stepped back and looked through the crack in the door again, seeing his ******** with the phone between her legs looking down at it while she ran her fingers over it.
“Yeah, they're all over the place. You really can't filter them out or anything.” Janine answered, “I mean, they come on strong but you just have to block them.”
Mike sighed and stepped away heading toward the bathroom. He tried to forget what he just saw – his little girl was all grown up and she'd be leaving the house soon for college. It really wasn't, as much as he hated to admit it, any of his business anymore.
Mike was starring at the clock. It was three in the morning but he hadn't slept for hours. Instead he'd been laying there listening to his wife breathing and thinking about their ********. Thinking about her out there on this dating app. Thinking about a plan.
He snuck out of bed leaving his wife behind and made it downstairs to the computer room where he could be alone. He knew the app, all the kids were using it, and he knew the website. It didn't take him long to make a profile, and activate his account and start looking for his ********. He had to know, and he had to do something.
It was there, it was live. Not only had she used the photo that Janine had taken but she'd dug through her archived images and pulled out a few of her in a bikini from their ****** trip to the water park last year. He read the profile, and then re-read it. He felt it in the pit of his stomach cold and hard. “Looking for a little fun...” Did she mean what he thought she meant? His little girl, but the more he read the more he realized that was exactly what she was looking for.
No. He thought to himself and exited the account, quickly he started making a new account. Aside from locating himself somewhere else nearby it was all fabricated. The antithesis of what he thought his ******** would like. Brash, diminished intellect, poor grammar and spelling, and to top it off black.
He found a generic gang banger image buried in Google and used that in the profile and named him Denzel. Then started crafting the message. It was a delicate line to toe, he had to write something that showed some commonality with Jessica, things that would make her want to respond, but also come off as someone twenty years younger than himself and of a completely different background. He wrote, then re-wrote the message several times and before he realized it he'd been at it over an hour. But it had to be perfect. It had to be good enough to warrant a response.
His stomach was full of butterflies by the time he hit the send button. It was done, Mike breathed a sigh of relief. Now he just had to wait, she'd be up in a couple hours. He figured he'd have to get the app on his phone to make it believable.
First he would get her attention. Then using what he knew about her, he'd woo her, and then he'd stand her up – she'd never dealt with rejection well.
The ping surprised him, it wasn't even five in the morning and she'd responded. “So, you like volleyball – you ever see one of my games?” Mike starred at the message with apprehension, he'd brought this on himself. After some back and fourth he decided he was overthinking things and decided to run with it and the two of them chatted for the next two hours till Jessica insisted she had to get ready for school.
“But he's so... black.” Janine giggled pointing at the phone.
“I know, I know.” Jessica laughed, “But Denzel's funny, and he likes volleyball, and – I mean, it's like we're connected on this whole other level!”
“I can tell.” Said Janine scrolling through the messages, “He hasn't even asked for a shot of your tits.” She lamented, “You better send one.” She finished knowingly.
“Come on, we've got something good here that's above all that shit.” Jessica justified to her friend.
“Unless he's just leading you on for some other reason, maybe Catfishing you.”
Jessica sat there a moment and grabbed the phone out of Janine's hands. She scrolled through the messages, “Hummmm...” She thought hard and threw it back to her friend. “Should it be like head-on or should I be like in profile?” She asked.
“Definitely from the side, you know – with that playful look and your hair kinda tossed over your shoulder.” Janine coached her as Jessica pusher her hair to the side.
Jessica pulled her shirt and bra up and held them at chin level trying to look alluring, “Three, two, one.” Janine counted down. “Got it.” She tossed the phone to her friend.
Jessica looked at the photo for a few seconds before sending it along. “What if he doesn't like it?”
Janine shook her head, “In what world wouldn't he liked it? Unless he only dated black chicks in which case why message you at all. Oh!” Janine said realizing something, “Ask for a dick pic while you're at it – you know, something in return.”
Jessica blushed as she continued the conversation. “Okay, done.” She tossed the phone onto her end table afraid to look at it.
The two of them talked about college, about living on campus and they were still going at it when the phone vibrated. Jessica and Janine both looked at it, Janine with a broad grin on her face and it vibrated again.
“Let's look at the score.” Janine raised her eyebrows as Jessica picked up the phone.
“Oh my God.” She dropped her jaw and purposefully raised her eye brows, “He's hung like a horse.”
“I gotta see!” Janine giggled and tried to grab the phone from Jessica but she wasn't letting go so Janine had to get up and stand next to her friend, “Damn...” She deadpanned transfixed.
“Maybe it's not to scale?” Jessica justified.
“What? His hand?” Janine joked, “Does he have some super-tiny hands or something?” She laughed and started dancing around, “Tiny hands, little hands, he's got the baby hands!”
“What. What do I do now?” She muttered her mouth dry.
“With a cock like that, whatever you want.” Janine offered her a toothy grin.
“No you idiot...” Jessica quickly typed in 'Nice cock' and hit send.
Janine was looking at her screen again, “Nice cock.” She laughed. “Quick-” She broke off, “Do a reverse image search to see if he stole that picture from somewhere.” Jessica continued poking around on her phone as Janine continued, “I mean, if that's real. If that's real – he deserves some puss. But you're taking that picture yourself.” She added after a pause.
“I can't find anything.” Jessica muttered while searching around online.
“If the end game in all of this is to get that monster inside you we better order you some toys to get in shape.” Janine joked but Jessica didn't see the humor in it through the light feeling in her chest.
“Can you... give me a minute please?” Jessica said at last.
“Let me know when you're done.” Janine left with a smile.
“What the fuck.” Mike muttered to himself, it was his ********, laying on her back and taking a picture of herself, legs spread in front of the bedroom mirror. He could see everything. He scrolled the message so he wasn't looking at it and struggled to figure out his next move.
He'd through that things were going well till the messages started rolling in a little bit ago. He knew that with them talking he'd broken down some of her barriers but now he realized that was probably a bad thing. What was worse is that now he had naked pictures of his ******** on his phone. He wouldn't be able to keep this up once he left work for the day, too many eyes around that might land on something they shouldn't.
He focused, tried to get back into character, 'Damn girl, I can't wait to to taste that sweet twat of yours.' He regretted the message as soon as he sent it. Somehow though this personality had formed in him over the days of talking and sometimes the words just came out only to be followed by regret later. What would Denzel do? Had been the question he'd been answering in each of these messages and it wasn't always something he wanted to type or see.
'Maybe this weekend' the reply Mike got left him with a dry throat. He starred at it as if painted into a corner. But this was what he wanted, somewhere public, somewhere she could be stood up and people would notice.
He did a quick search around the area, he didn't know the clubs or other hangouts but thankfully there were reviews. He found one, it was a bit of a jog but it would make her feel even worse to go so far out of her way. He sent along the address, '10 PM, Saturday'. And with a overwhelming feeling of relief closed the app for hopefully the last time.
Mike sat alone in the dark living room. His phone in his hand, waiting. His wife was up in the bedroom and his ******** – she'd left for her date.
It was almost one in the morning, and so far Jessica had sent several messages. He hadn't responded to any of them. They had become increasingly pissy before taking on a pleading tone. But still, there hadn't been a message in about an hour.
He figured she'd finally got in the car to head home. To pass the time he decided to look more into the club he'd sent her to. He pulled up the reviews, and there was something he hadn't noticed before – the number of white women dancing with black men. Sure, he'd picked that club since it was closer to the city but he hadn't meant for it to be that authentic. He scrolled through the photos but nearly every one had at least one interracial couple dancing in them or kissing in a car in the parking lot or hiding away in the corner laughing.
Mike had a sick feeling in his stomach as he looked through the texts again and couldn't wait to hear his ********'s car pull up in the drive way. But, it didn't happen, another hour, then two.
His mind was racing, his ******** was missing. Did he have to wait 24 hours before calling the cops? He Googled it and was reading through the responses when his app gave a new notification.
Relief flooded over him and he switched to the app, it was a video message. He clicked the play button.
“Denzel, what up? I just wanted to thank you so much for NOT meeting up with Jessica tonight” It started out, some unknown man talking, the camera shakily pointing into the dark corner of a room, “Jessica would like me to tell you to fuck off, but that instead of fucking off you could have been fucking her.” The camera panned down and there she was, his ********, naked, hickeys covering her breasts, and a black cock in her snatch.
“This all could have been yours.” She laughed running her hands over her slick body, from sweat or something else Mike couldn't be sure.
The video finished and Mike felt physically ill. He staggered up from the couch his heart racing in his chest. As he made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water there was another notification. He paused in the hallway and, hands trembling, clicked the next play button.
“That's it, that's it!” Jessica cried out emotionally on the verge of tears but undoubtedly in ecstasy, “Use me. Make me your bitch!”
“Gonna nut!” The man behind the camera called out as Jessica dug her nails into her flanks. He buried himself in her and the camera moved closer, a blurry mess between her legs much too close to focus. It pulled back and a monster of a black cock plopped out of her pussy, the end still covered in cum.
The video ended and Mike had to hold the wall to steady himself. “No.” He muttered weakly, as far as he knew Jessica wasn't on any sort of birth control.
Finally Mike took an uneven sip of water, gagging as it went down the wrong pipe. He sat in the dark at the kitchen table. Taking in the darkness. Wondering if it was over, would it ever be over.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed but he jumped when he heard his phone vibrate for the third time. He didn't need to look at the video but he couldn't help himself.
This time the cell phone was propped up somewhere along the side of the bed and the video started with the black man pulling his hand away from starting the recording. Mike watched as the black man rutted with his ********, both of them groaning and gyrating with one another. Then, his ******** said something, very faint. Again, and again, getting louder, “Do it... breed me... breed me...” She grunted as his glistening shaft buried itself into her over and over.
“What about college and that shit.” He asked fucking into her.
“Fuck college.” She responded, “Put a baby in my belly – please.” The scene wasn't so animistic, it was much more – loving than the initial fucking. The two went at it for some time, likely forgetting that the phone was even recording. “My *** is going to throw a fit when this baby comes out black.” Jessica laughed and the two of them kissed. They held tight together and Mike imagined the millions of swimmers racing one another – all of them out to end his bloodline. It was just too much to bear and it was with the greatest of disgust that he realized that he had shot his load in his briefs without even touching himself.
Posted this idea in the forum a couple years back and since no one acted on it decided to just give it a write. Aged up the character slightly to meet the community standards. Was originally going to have the father find a black man to stand in for him after setting up the date and then have things get out of hand (since the black man would be able to use that as leverage to get into the house over and over again) but having her meet up with some black man after going through being stood up just seemed more organic as I was writing it. Obviously would be pleased to see someone out there write up the other idea I had for a similar story where a wife sets up a dating account at the insistence of her co-worker despite not intending to cheat and then the husband gets in there with the perfect profile and accidentally gets her laid with black cock.
Anyway, not really BNWO or cheating wives so I kinda struggled for a spot on this one.
