DVF Bitch is the first story in which I truly found my voice. Previous stories were cliched, formulaic and a little rushed. From DVF Bitch onwards, I've spent more time on plots and editing, and have added elements of black (no pun intended) humour, irony and realism - Frobisher
I regularly lurk on an interracial forum where many white women post of their experiences dating black men. I don’t know if this story is true, but if it is, I feel very sorry for the poor husband.
The story involves a British white wife who posts on the interracial forum finally taking black lover and then becoming a total bitch to her husband. She apologizes again and again for her actions, but reading between the lines she is such a self-obsessed sadistic bitch, she would be any white husband’s worst nightmare
May 7 2014
Discussion in I Love Black Guys Forum: 'Is Dating Black Always Better? – started by Sara B
Hi, all, my name’s Rachel. I work in an office and have a successful fashion blog. I have been a lurker on this thread for a while, and thought I would chip in with my point of view. I wasn’t quite sure whether I should post online as people may recognize me, but I have anonymized all the names, even though I’m sure my husband doesn’t read this forum. So anyway, here goes:
Looking at this site and others I have come to realize that men come in all shapes and sizes, and I have realized that I happen to totally like big black men. Really, some of the photos and videos posted on this site have been driving me crazy. It seems like I am thinking about sexy black men all the time, or at least when I am not asleep lol
And what’s more, I’m no longer comfortable or attracted to my white husband’s shape, or size. In fact, there’s really not much about him I like any more.
To be honest Tom’s on a constant downer, always moaning about not having any money or something. I mean, he is of average intelligence, but he is in his late 40’s and suffers from a horrible skin condition, and also his personal hygiene is bad. To be honest, sometimes he stinks. Total downer for any hot girl right? So do I deserve better?
May 28 2014
Actually, I totally agree that young hot girls like me deserve romance and excitement. Did I mention that my husband is unemployed too? He can't afford to take me out, and wine, dine and romance me. And let's be honest, all girls like that sort of thing. Basically, being made to feel pampered, special and expensive.
I know a couple of black guys with plenty of money, including a black businessman who is in a relationship with a friend of mine, and also a black boss at my work. I have fantasized about both of them.
Both guys really have some swagger, I can tell you.
Although I must say that the boss guy has acted inappropriately with me on a couple of occasions. Nothing serious. I just feel he infringed on my personal space a little too much while paying me compliments at the office. Last week he told me I smell good, which I thought was a little odd but sexy.
When I got home that day my husband hadn't cleaned the house and there was washing up to do. It just wasn’t romantic. Who wants to kiss a chubby middle aged guy in a white vest, jogging bottoms and dirty socks? Especially one with psoriasis lol. Actually it’s not funny. I’m embarrassed to be seen with him when his skin condition flares up, which is frequently. He claims that the doctor says nothing can be done about it, but I am not sure he has tried every remedy. I’m sure he is ******* how much his skin condition embarrasses me when we are out together in public.
In bed with my husband that night, I fantasized about sex with my strong black boss. Then in the morning I was so horny I let my husband fuck me. Secretly, I wanted to get off thinking about that hot black guy from work who had breathed on my neck.
Oh well, my husband has a job interview this week, maybe things will change and he will get some of his swagger back. I hope so!
June 17 2014
No, he didn’t get the job. But guess what? I’ve taken your responses on board and finally taken the plunge. My girlfriend has set me up on a proper date with a black former athlete! Really! It’s a friend of the guy she’s sleeping with lolol.
I won’t say his real name but he used to be a professional footballer and is quite well-known. She showed me some photos, and I have also Googled him so I can say with some certainty that he’s black, he’s handsome and he’s muscular
And according to my girlfriend, he’s VERY financially independent with some kind of sports car and two apartments, one of which is on the Costa del Sol. After a couple of drinks she also mentioned that he’s hung.
So what more does a hot pretty lady like me need? I only intend to have drinks with him and get to know him a little better, of course, at least at first lol
My girlfriend has told me some pretty raunchy things about him too. There is a story going round from a few years ago that he had an affair with the wife of the manager of one of his former teams, and the manager caught them rutting in his bed one afternoon and just freaked out and there were all kinds of repercussions. I don’t know if it is true but he left the football club shortly afterwards.
June 18 2014
Anyway, we’ve set it up for Wednesday; because that’s the night I normally go out for drinks with my girlfriend, who’s in on my plan of course. I’m actually meeting in another suburb that’s quite close to ours, at a Middle-Eastern restaurant where I won’t bump into any of our friends or Jewish ******. I think it’s quite clever of me to think it out that way. This girl isn’t just a pretty face lol
Of course I feel guilty about my husband, who wouldn’t?, But as my girlfriend said, I owe it to myself to have a bit of fun and enjoy life, and not spend my best years stuck in a childless marriage with a weak man who isn’t any fun, at all actually.
I was really hesitant at first, but my girlfriend, who if you remember is dating a black man, told me that I owe it to myself to explore other options in life, take the “path-less-travelled” as she put it. She pointed out that I am a very attractive young lady with a hot body that plenty of men admire, and therefore I deserve the best. And guess what, I think she may be right
I do hope that people will understand that I only want a bit of harmless fun, and I deserve it. Any advice would be most welcome. I am not sure how to dress – conservative and classy, I think, with high heels and a business suit or dress.
I’m really not sure what I am getting into, but you only live once, right? I just need some romance back in my life. Actually I can’t wait xxx
June 20 2014
I have an update from last night. You’ll be pleased to hear that it went very well, and I am one happy and excited lady, though it wasn’t quite what I expected!! Thanks for the messages of support, by the way, I do appreciate the understanding, love and encouragement.
June 21 2014
OK I’m back. If you remember my girlfriend had set me up on a proper date. Well, I was looking forward to it a lot – but at the same time, I was worried about going behind my husband’s back. Needless to say, I think I made the right decision in the end.
I had a hair appointment earlier that day, and they did a great job. I wasn’t quite sure what to wear, though. I contemplated wearing a hot clinging dress, but as I was supposed to be going out with my girlfriend, I don’t think my husband would have approved! I eventually opted for conservative, professional attire – a kind of black-and-white business attire, with a white blouse, black skirt, and strappy heels. My skirt was slightly above the knee, but I wore black pantyhose with criss-cross patterns on the back. I am a full figured girl, and the blouse and skirt were slightly tight on me, which served to accentuate my curves, which I know are one of my best assets.
I also wore my best jewelry, which I only put on after I left my husband slumped on the sofa watching football. That is, three gold rings, a gold necklace, a gold bracelet on my wrist and a classy, thin gold anklet above my left heel. I saved the red lipstick until I was in the taxi too.
Well, I was first to arrive at the restaurant, and spent an anxious five minutes fidgeting, crossing and re-crossing my legs, and wondering if my dress was right and if I had made the right decision coming here at all! But then, I spotted a broad, very tall, bald-headed young black man at the entrance, and I knew I had been right all along. He looked gorgeous, enough to make any girl’s mouth water. He wore a tight black silk shirt, classy-looking black slacks, and snakeskin ankle boots. I waved, and he strode over towards me. I stood up, a little flushed, and he then took my hand and kissed my cheek, and told me he was “really pleased to meet you at last”.
My first thought was: “oh my god, he’s even more handsome than his picture, and he’s very, very muscular. Even though he was wearing a shirt I could tell that he was muscular and sooo ripped. Honestly, his muscles were bulging out of that thin shirt. That’s why I was so flustered, and I accepted his offer of a large champagne to calm me down a little.
I’ll call him Jamaal (not his real name of course). Anyway he was very, very self confident and we settled into conversation easily. To be honest it was a bit of a dream, and the time went so quickly. After a few pleasantries, he began paying me all kinds of compliments, like telling me what a “classy attractive lady” I was and how a woman like me deserved “all the best things in life”. I was loving it, he was so sweet and romantic, and after my third drink I started to talk freely about the situation at home with my unemployed husband, and my boring childless marriage.
At first I felt a bit disrespectful, talking about my husband’s problems and shortcoming to this hot young black stud that I had only known an hour but he was so sweet, kind and understanding, I almost melted. At one point, he said that if I were his woman I wouldn’t want for anything, and he would enjoy romancing me, sweeping me off to Paris at weekends. He said that a woman like me needed a strong man to protect her and make her feel wanted, and I deserved better than an unemployed, overweight, ugly husband. I was shocked he said that, but agreed wholeheartedly. Jamaal has the knack of knowing what I am thinking, and I sooo love that.
At one point Jamaal shocked me by using a word that I thought was slightly strange. After my third drink I had told him a story about my husband running away from a pub brawl some years ago, and he said “he sounds like a real bitch to me”. I was surprised that he used the word “bitch” as I thought black men only used it for their women. But Jamaal just laughed and told me that they also use the word to describe another male who is weak or effeminate. Then he explained that if he were to call me his “bitch”, that would be a positive term, and respectful to me. But if he called another man the same thing, that would be condescending.
Right then, I secretly thought then that I would very much like to be his “bitch” lol.
I asked Jamaal about the story that he had an affair with the wife of the manager of one of his former football teams, and he said that it was true but it’s not like he seduced her at all. She literally threw herself at him, he didn’t instigate it at all. He also got a six figure payoff when he left the club, he added, as there was “nothing in his contract to say he couldn’t sleep with whoever he wanted”
Anyway, by the end of the night I was very flustered, and blushing from all the romance and the compliments he had given me, and I couldn’t help but gaze into those smoldering eyes and those abs and pecs under that tight shirt. I had to make a conscious effort not to keep licking my lips, and I am embarrassed to say that my nipples were standing right out under my tight blouse, there's no way he couldn't have noticed. It really made me blush, but at the same time I liked him looking. I mean, they were sticking out like tent pegs and there was nothing I could do about it. A couple of times I caught him looking at my breasts, and I took a deep breath and stuck them out. Then our eyes met, and we both smiled. It was soo romantic, I felt weak at the knees.
He drove me back to my girlfriend’s place in his sports car, which I think is a Mercedes. It goes really fast but Jamaal was an expert driver and in perfect control, which I found to be hot and sexy. We parked outside her place, and I asked him if he wanted to come in for a drink, but he declined. That’s when he kissed me.
It was a long, slow, soul kiss, and he tasted so good, our mouths locked together and our tongues intertwined for what seemed like ages . After about five minutes he took my dainty hand and softly placed it at the top of his slacks so I could feel his size. I honestly gave a loud, involuntary groan through the soul kiss as I felt it. It seemed amazingly thick and hard, it was huge, and I could even feel the veins on it through his slacks.
I know I said that I only intended to have drinks, but I would probably have been willing to give him a blow job if he had wanted. But instead, he broke the kiss and told me that we should not rush into anything and for now I should go back to my husband as I was married after all. What a gentleman Jamaal is! I really did admire him for that, such a nice guy. After he had driven off I realized that I didn’t get his phone number, which I am slightly mad about – but he has mine, and hopefully he will call or text soon.
I ended up telling my girlfriend all about the date when she drove me home, and she said that it sounded really romantic, and I needed some romance in my life. But she can also be a little crude, and she said that if she was in my situation in Jamaal’s sports car, she’d probably have begged to suck his big black dick! What a slut she is!
When I got home my husband asked me if I had had a good time, and I said yes, thank you. That’s all he asked, and he went back to watching the football. I looked at his fat body on the sofa and couldn’t help but compare him to Jamaal. His skin looked awful due to his psoriasis. It was nothing like Jamal’s smooth, unblemished black skin, I thought.
As I mentioned before, I hope that people will understand that I only want a bit of fun, and I just need some romance back in my life.
Actually I can’t wait to see Jamaal again. But I am afraid that he won’t want to take things any further until I have told my husband that I want a trial separation. Really I am scared to do that as I think he is still in love with me despite all his problems. He didn’t take it at all well when I previously threatened to walk out. In fact he cried.
But my date with Jamaal confirmed my view that I am a very attractive young “bitch” with a body that hot black men admire, and therefore I can have better than my husband, if I like. And if things don’t change soon, I am pretty sure that I won’t be with him much longer
June 27 2014
Yesterday, I fucked Jamaal at a hotel. It was indescribable. I’ve never been treated that way by a man before and feel so fulfilled. In fact I can honestly say it was the best sex I have ever had. Better add that Jamaal has texted me since, and he says that he had a wonderful time, and if I do decide to leave hubby, he will treat me to a smart hotel for as long as I like. So I am really considering taking the plunge and dumping Tom for good. But how can I tell him? He has a job interview soon though, and I hope he gets it. It would at least be great to have him out of the house!!
June 30 2014
Well anyway, I took the plunge and told Tom that I was leaving him and there was quite a confrontation with him and Jamaal. I wrote down what happened between my husband and me as was suggested, and I think it has been therapeutic. But unfortunately Jamaal comes into the story quite a bit too, and that can’t be helped, I hope you can understand that as it really is Jamaal’s story too, as well as mine and Tom’s
Actually I really made an effort to write well. I think my account is pretty good, even if I say so myself. I even took a few rough notes when it happened, to be transformed into prose later,
I’m sorry to say that in the end it was pretty awful for Tom.
I admit that I have sometimes found the idea of two guys fighting over me to be really hot. It was a bit like that, actually, like two gladiators fighting over me, which is romantic. But of course, Jamaal was the clear winner, and Tom didn’t put up much of a fight, so it wasn’t really like two gladiators lol.
So anyway, I said some bad things to Tom and made some errors of judgment which I now kind of regret. Looking back, I think I might have projected some of the guilt I felt onto Tom.
Actually, I am quite knowledgeable about areas like psychiatry as well as fashion, so I know about things like that.
But the way I look at is we have both suffered and are now both on the road to healing. I’m so sorry that Tom had to experience such humiliation in front of me. But I am a victim too because I had to witness some of it, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience I can tell you.
Plus there is also just the small matter of my DVF dress that Tom has ruined that will cost about 200 pounds to repair and fix. I know a lot about style and fashion and I bought it because it was an in-dress.
By the way, DVF stands for Diane von Fürstenberg, who is best known for her iconic wrap dress. She is one of the best designers in the world, and her current line dresses don’t come cheap. Mine was actually one of those. And now it is ruined. Uh, what wouldn’t I give for an easier life. I will post what happened soon.
July 19 2014
Here goes. Anyway, as planned, Tom and I met at a smart bar near the local shopping centre. I was a little late, as I wasn’t quite sure what outfit to wear. I knew that I had some important matters to discuss with my husband so I should maybe dress conservatively. But then I realized that I would also be Jamaal’s hotel fuck bitch later that evening, so I was facing a real dress dilemma.
Sorry for being so crude, but that is honestly what I thought during my dress dilemma.
So in the end I decided to go with my stretchy, clinging red DVF dress, which is actually my favorite dress of all time. It is pretty short and shows off my legs and my big ass of course. It fits so snug. I love it when people see how hot I am, actually.
I used the phrase “tramp classy” in one of my online fashion articles, and believe it or not, now that phrase is being used all over the fashion world. But I thought of it first. And that’s what I was, DVS tramp classy. That’s a real fashion term that came from me. I bet you didn’t know that lol.
Actually, I would provide a link to my popular fashion blog but it is under my real name, so I daren’t do that. But if anyone is interested in my body of fashion work, just PM me and I will post you an example. My articles are pretty good, I have been told, and would interest anyone who appreciates good style. Actually, I am now writing an article about hip hop chic.
Anyway, I wore a matching red jacket and stilettos too. No pantyhose though, as it was a hot night and besides Jamaal had told me that he likes his white bitches in bare legs and high heels. I’m sure many girls are aware that black men like that bare-legged look, combined with slut-heels on a bitch. Just watch some hip hop videos if you don’t believe me. Actually I have watched quite a few as research for my next article.
But anyway, how hot I looked was irrelevant to the task of telling Tom I was dumping his ass. It really wasn’t something I was looking forward to, I can tell you that.
I got plenty of stares from men when I walked into the bar, and when I spotted my reflection in the mirror, I decided that really liked the way the DVF set off my curves. I looked so good in that hot dress, and my legs looked really classy and toned too. The only problem was that the heels were quite difficult to walk in. Actually, that is quite a common problem when black men’s bitches wears slut heels in public.
Judging by his face, Tom thought I looked good too. He was on his third beer, I could tell by the empty glasses as I joined him in his booth.
Surprisingly, my husband was in a really positive mood when we met. He stood up, kissed me and complimented me on my outfit and said that he could not believe how hot and sexy I was looking. He said I looked like a “fine woman”.
It’s always great to get compliments, even from Tom. He was right too, I thought, I was looking pretty darn fine lol. Will write more soon lol.
July 20 2014
I told him he looked great too. Actually he did to the extent that he’d had a shave and put on clean clothes for a change, and his skin issues had calmed down somewhat. But speaking as a respected fashion blogger, no way did he have a black man’s style.
His “lucky suit” as he put it was far too tight and his fat belly was straining against his blue shirt. The shirt must be too tight too, I thought, because he was sweating. His colors clashed too, I noted. Actually, I quite wanted to give him some style tips, but I didn’t want to ruin his good mood. Most people in the fashion world know that the first rule of style is that you must always wear clothes you feel comfortable in.
My husband didn’t have the easy style or the swagger of a big black man, I thought.
Then I saw he had bought a rose from one of those street sellers, and put it on the table for us.
Anyway, I guess he thought I had dressed like a slut for him.
It slightly threw me when he said that he had finally landed a new job. Apparently it was only temporary work, office cleaning and that kind of thing. He was pretty excited about it, though, and he started telling me that with both of us earning an income we could even take a holiday together in the fall. He squeezed my hand across the table and said “I know things are going to get better now, honey, I know it”.
“That’s nice Tom” I said.
But the more Tom made plans for our future, the more depressed I got with the situation. How could I tell him I was dumping his ass?
“I still think you’re gorgeous, Rachel” Tom said.
I smiled at him, then bit my lip and then gasped at something else I saw.
I had spotted over Tom’s shoulder that Jamaal had strode into the bar and taken a seat about twenty feet away from us. He said that he would be on hand in case I needed protecting, but I expected him to stay in the car, not come into the bar! I was a little shocked. But actually, in the end it was Jamaal’s presence that finally gave me the strength I needed to say what I said next to my husband, so it all worked out well, thanks to Jamaal.
I will post more later, I just need to tidy up my prose first. One good trick of writing is that if you leave a text for a few hours you can then come back to it and spot little improvements and edits that you didn’t see before. Not many people know about that trick, so aspiring writers take note. Anyway I hope you think that I am writing well so far.
July 29 2014
Actually I’m even more worried that people will think bad of me now, but I will just roll with it. Actually I am on a bit of a writing roll lol
So anyway this is how I broke up with Tom. I took a deep breath and said “Tom, I’m sorry but I won’t be going on holiday with you. I won’t be doing anything like that with you because I want a divorce”.
I felt so brave when I said that.
Tom appeared stunned for a moment, and then just spluttered into his drink and stared at me wide eyed. “Wha..wha..what?” he said.
“I’ve been seeing another man, and I want to be with him instead of you” I said.
”Another man?” he said. Wha, whaat?”
“You should also know that he’s a black man” I said.
Actually, thinking about it, I don’t think that Tom really needed to know right there and then that I was dumping him for a black man.. But still somehow it still felt right to say it.
Tom didn’t seem to understand what I was saying, he kept making these “wha..whoa” noises and tears started to well up in his eyes. “Whooo, wait a minute Rach, you can’t, you can’t just leave me like this, you ca..please, let’s talk about it babe” he finally said. Actually, he sounded like he was hyperventilating. I was a bit worried.
“Well I’m leaving you and that’s that” I said. It was hard but I managed to stay calm. Jamaal had told me that I must be tough and strong.
“Nooo you can’t do that. Not now. I’ve just got a job, Rachel” he sobbed. “Don’t you understand, I got a job now. It’s for both of us, to make things better for you, for us”.?”
I had deliberately sat on the opposite side of the booth to him so he wouldn’t start touching and grabbing me which I hate. But there was nothing I could do when he made his way across to my side of the booth, sidled up to me and put both his arms around me (one all the way round my waist) and placed his teary face on the top of my big breasts and started crying like a little bitch.
“Rach I love you” he sobbed. He was crying and shaking and seemed inconsolable. “You mean everything to me. Please don’t go. I love you honeybear, I love you, don’t leave me” he said.
He used to call me honeybear when we first met lol
Anyway, I didn’t know what to say so I just patted his balding head and made reassuring noises like “it will all be okay” as he gurgled out his love for me yet again.
Then I looked over to Jamaal, who was watching the scene. He gestured, as though asking whether he should come over and intervene, but I shook my head. Actually, I then thought that it would be even worse for my sobbing hubby if Jamaal intervened lol
July 30 2014
This is the part where Tom ruins my dress. I still get mad just thinking about it.
Anyway, after a while, my husband’s tears turned to anger. “Who is this man, I’m going to fucking kill him” he said bitterly. “Who is he. Tell me!” he spluttered.
There was a bit of a silence. Then Tom said “Wait, did you say a black man??”
His look changed for an instant. Maybe he was having second thoughts about fighting my new boyfriend after realizing he was black, I thought.
Actually, I was secretly amused at the idea of Tom threatening to beat up Jamaal, who is so much tougher and stronger than he is. I wondered if Jamaal had heard what Tom said.
“It doesn’t matter, Tom. You really don’t want to meet him” I said. “All you need to know is that we’ve grown apart and reached the end of our particular story in life together. It will be a positive thing now, like a new beginning for both of us. We need to concentrate on the positives”
Actually, Jamaal and me had decided I would say something like that. We are so clever sometimes when our minds work together.
“Nooooooo” Tom sobbed even more, and pulled me tighter to him.
Honestly, it was like he was a slimy clinging crab or something.
“Rach you can’t, I love you, I would do anything for you. Pleease”. He buried his head deep in my big breasts and started bawling again, louder this time, for all in the bar to hear.
Actually, I was now really getting very annoyed with Tom. Not only was he bawling his eyes out in public, which was embarrassing enough for me, but he was also getting his tears and even gooey snot strands on my DVS dress. I couldn’t let it continue, Tom was ruining my best dress.
I’m sure most hot girls will understand if I say that it was from this year’s collection, and a couple of celebs had worn it including Kim K. Looking back it is funny, but all I could think of was not the break up, it was preventing Tom from ruining my hot dress.
Did I mention that Diane von Fürstenberg is one of the best designers in the world, and mine was actually one of her current line dresses? Hot girls who know anything about fashion will understand my reasoning I am sure.
Anyway Tom’s head was right in my cleavage, and he was squashing my breasts. Honestly, he was starting to become so fucking irritating. On top of everything else that had happened to me, I didn’t want my expensive dress ruined into the bargain.
In the end I started wiggling, trying to wrest his arm from behind me and get him to release his grip. "Get your fucking hands off me Tom now!” I said. “That’s enough. Just quit it will you! Leave it” I was really mad with him now, and lashed out at him with my nails. But also, I had just had a manicure and didn’t want him to ruin that too, so I slapped his face hard instead.
Rachel, darling, you’re my wife, you can’t do this to me, please, let’s talk about it some more” he said between sobs.
Then he actually moved his face right up to mine and tried to kiss my face. I turned my head away, as I was pretty repulsed actually.
Still trying to fight him off, I glanced worriedly over towards Jamaal. Jamaal was glancing over too, and gestured again. I shrugged and raised my eyebrows.
I was really trying to get Tom’s horrible grabby hands off my body and my hot dress before Jamaal came over. Really, it was in Tom’s own interests to behave himself, I thought. But he wasn’t making it easy for me, he had too tight a grip on my waist.
Actually, it was really horrible, he just wouldn’t let go. I’m sure any hot girl who has been in a similar situation will understand how annoying an unwanted man can be. I wondered if I should warn Tom that Jamaal was watching, but I didn’t quite know what to say. Maybe I should just let nature take its course, I thought
Finally realizing that I was rejecting his teary kiss, Tom then went back to his former trick of sobbing into my breasts and drooling and slobbering on my dress. I glanced down and it was almost like he had blown his nose on or even been sick on my DVF. I knew that this needed to end right there and then.
If my damn husband had just stopped pawing me and drooling all over my expensive dress I might not have needed to be rescued by Jamaal. So in a way what happened next was Tom’s own fault.
So the end I just gave Jamaal a “helpless” glance which was all he needed. I didn’t try to stop him when he strode over.
July 31 2014
Jamaal walked over and immediately grabbed Tom’s ear, twisted it, and pulled Tom right away from me and kind of spun him round by his ear sending him spinning away from the booth. Tom let out a sharp shriek of pain and clutched his ear. All the other customers, mostly white men and women, looked up but no one intervened.
Actually, I don’t think anyone wanted to get involved with Jamaal, as he looked pretty mean.
”Get your hands off my lady, fool” Jamaal said to Tom. “Don’t make a fucking scene”
Jamaal in action was something to behold, I can tell you. With no hesitation at all, he had just grabbed Tom’s ear, just like that. For some reason I thought of a knight in shining armor coming to save a hot damsel bitch in distress, but the knight is a big black man.
Then I wondered if my dress could still be salvaged if I treated t now, as I had paid a lot of money for it. Then I suddenly remembered that Jamaal said he loved my curves in that very dress, and then I felt even more irritated with Tom.
Jamaal then sat down next to me where my husband had previously been sat, and gestured my hubby to sit opposite us in the booth. This Tom did, still holding his smarting ear and groaning. He looked stunned. Then he started sobbing again but softly this time. He really looked like a wounded man.
To be honest I felt a bit sorry for him. He seemed totally stunned by the turn of events and the look on his face was something to behold – like, doh, what happened?
What happened was this: a big, mean, muscular black man had just, kind of, appeared out of nowhere, pulled his ear half off, and now had one of his big, black hands around his trophy wife.
No wonder Tom looked a bit stunned, I thought lol.
“You’ll be OK now baby” Jamaal said to me.
Actually, I was a little concerned about Tom’s ear, which looked like it was bleeding, but was so nice to be close enough to Jamaal again so I could breathe in his manly scent.
I love the smell of Jamaal. He smells so good and sexy.
“Go ahead, baby tell him what you wanna say” Jamaal said
I was about to explain to Tom that this was Jamaal, my lover, but first I decided that wanted to wipe the top of my breasts and DVF dress with a napkin, and tried to clean my dress and boobs as best I could. I had to sort the dress situation out first as it’s best to treat stains straight away. Tom might have ruined it, I thought.
I know it doesn’t excuse the things I said later, but I got a lot madder with him when I closely examined the state of my dress, as it was far worse than I thought. The dress would need to be professionally cleaned, I surmised. And even then it might never be the same. But there are cleaning shops now that actually specialize in DVF.
“Tom, listen, this is Jamaal, my new boyfriend” I said finally. “We’re a couple now, and if you want to discuss it, you need to calm yourself down and talk to both me and Jamaal together like adults. Are you capable of doing that?”
Tom stared open-mouthed at me and then at Jamaal, disbelieving. Like he couldn’t believe I was being so cool about it. Actually. I was proud of myself for being so in control. I thought I was handling things pretty well, actually. But then I knew I had Jamaal there to protect me if my husband tried to get grabby on my dress again.
“Before you ask, yes Tom, we have been sleeping together” I said.
Wha… Tom said
“You know, having sex” I said.
There was a long silence
“You know, Tom, making love together. Me and Jamaal.” I said.
“I KNOW what you fucking mean, Rachel, you heartless BITCH” my husband finally exploded, his anger now directed at me. The penny had dropped at last. I really was leaving him.
If Tom was as clever as me (I have a Fashion Degree but he doesn’t have any qualifications at all) he would be aware that this big black man had just mauled him like strong alpha males maul and wound weaker breeding rivals in the animal kingdom. After all, you can’t argue with nature.
“You fucking bitch Rachel, how could you just do this to me, to us, in this way?”Tom said. Then, after a pause, he said “I’ve just got a job for god’s sake”.
I was tempted to ask Tom whether he really thought a minimum wage cleaning job would win back his hot wife but I didn’t. I just stayed quiet, biting my lip.
“Less of the shit talk’ keep this civil” Jamaal said. “Unless ya want to settle this outside. Maybe you want that?”.
Tom looked stunned.
“Well do ya bitch?” Jamaal said to Tom. “Wanna take it outside?”
Actually Jamaal looked really intimidating as he had several gold rings, some of which had points that could seriously damage someone’s face.
Once again, I felt a tinge of fear for Tom, but then in a way I suppose he deserved what he had coming. After all, he had just physically assaulted me and almost completely destroyed my dress, I reasoned. So now I had nothing else to wear for Jamaal later, not even an emergency dress. You know the type, the thin accessory tube dresses that modern sexually-active girls carry in their handbags in case the dress they are wearing gets ruined by a black man.
Then Jamaal leaned right over to Tom. Then he actually grabbed a clump of Tom’s hair and pulled it, really hard. Well? Wanna take it outside?” Jamaal said. Then he cuffed him right in the face.
Gosh, I thought, Jamaal is really mean and tough, I was even a little scared of him myself lol.
Tom looked astonished, stunned and more than a little scared. Actually he looked terrified, you could see the real fear in his eyes. He was trembling. “Honeybear?” he said to me.
“Bitch aint yo honeybear no more” Jamaal said. “You still his honeybear, bitch?
I wasn’t sure how to respond to this, it was all so sad and awful for Tom.
But then I thought of my ruined dress, and what Jamaal would want me to say.
“Tom, just get lost, I’m not your fucking honeybear anymore!!” I said loudly.
Actually I said it loud enough for the entire bar to hear.
I realized that I was probably making Jamaal’s verbal beatdown of my husband worse. But for some reason I still did it. I guess it was probably to please Jamaal. At one point later in the evening Jamaal said to me you’ve “got to be cruel to be kind” which kind of explained it to me for a while.
But then later I couldn’t figure out where the “being kind” part came in lol
Anyway Tom started bawling again so I hastily passed him a napkin. Actually, even with Tom in the opposite seat I was quite worried that he may still sneeze or something and ruin my dress even further. His shirt was soaked in his bodily fluids and nosebleed and god knows what so just imagine how my dress looked lol
Aug 1 2014
It was really sad for Tom, and hard for me too as I felt his pain. I felt I sorry for him, actually. But at the same time I kind of really admired Jamaal for taking charge of the situation so easily.
It must have really hurt Tom when Jamaal ridiculed our pet name, I thought. Then I thought that Tom wouldn’t be calling me “honeybear” any more, like, never ever again, probably for fear of getting bitch-slapped, I thought lol.
It was quite funny that Tom wouldn’t ever be calling me that name again. Actually, I thought it was a stupid name. So no more “honeybear” was a good thing for me.
“Well do ya bitch? Wanna take it outside?” Jamaal said again to Tom.
My husband shook his head. “No” he finally said. He sounded defeated.
“Sit back down and say sorry to my lady for calling her a bitch” Jamaal said, finally releasing Tom’s hair. “No one calls her a bitch except me”
“Uh, I’m uh, sorry, Rachel, for saying that” my husband said.
“What Tom? For saying what?” I said
“Uh, sorry for calling you a bitch Rachel”.
“Thanks Tom. I appreciate it. It’s best to keep things civil now” I said.
I know I keep saying it, and it sounds stupid now, but I was still really mad with Tom about the dress. I wondered if I should get Jamaal make Tom apologise to me for ruining my dress too, or even give me money for a new one.
“Jamaal look what Tom did” I said and showed Jamaal the stains on my dress.
Actually, Jamaal didn’t need to make Tom apologise for the dress. Tom apologized voluntarily, as soon as he saw Jamaal examining in detail the big gooey stain on the front in close detail He actually lifted the material of dress up from my breasts with his big, masculine hands and started examining it. To be honest I really wanted Jamaal to paw my tits then but he didn’t lol.
By the way, did I mention that Jamaal smelt really good? I was really turned on by that hot Jamaal smell. Maybe it was the black man’s testosterone, I thought.
I don’t even think Tom realized the damage he had done to my dress until now, but when he saw the state of it he acknowledged what he had done and apologized immediately - with no prompting from Jamaal, I might add.
“Oh shit Rachel, I am sooo sorry about that” he said. “I can wash it out for you, just let me know. I’m really sorry about that. Jeez. I’m really sorry.”
I suddenly had this awful image of Tom, naked, hand-washing my DVF dress in the sink at home.
He does his own washing in the sink to save money, and sometimes he does it naked which is actually not his worst habit by far. He has some that are much worse. As Jamaal says, I am best out of the entire Tom situation, and I agree.
“Thanks Tom but it needs professional treatment” I said
Aug 3 2014
I am happy to say that Tom was mostly civil from then on, and there was no more grabbing or bawling, though to be honest I wasn’t really satisfied with Tom’s apology for my dress.
Tom appeared sullen and angry, but he accepted our terms of separation pretty much without question, which was a really positive thing, I thought. It was only when I said that I wanted him to move out of the house that he showed a spark of resistance, and just said “no way, hell no. No more, Rachel”.
“Tom, can’t you at least try to be happy for us and make this amicable?’ I said. “Is that too much to ask? There’s no need to be selfish, Tom. It’s not all about you. Be happy for others, for once”
“Yeah, you should offer us your congratulations dude” Jamaal said. “How about it?”
Tom gave in after a long pause. “Congratulations to you both” he finally said.
He almost spat the word out and I think I detected a note of sarcasm. I bit my lip and wondered if I should mention that to Jamaal.
Anyway Tom looked like he really, really wanted to leave then.
“That’s really nice Tom, thanks” I said. “It’s good that you can be happy for us. We do appreciate it don’t we Jamaal”. I smiled and squeezed Jamaal’s strong forearm.
Anyway did I mention before that Jamaal smelt soo good and sexy, he had some kind of aftershave or musk on or something. Anyway it was driving me wild, like I was desperate to be black-fucked or something. It was crazy.
Then I had a thought. Maybe Jamaal’s scent was just the natural scent of the black man, and all strong fertile black men smell that good to a woman, especially a hot white bitch in heat like I was. He smelt so sexy. Actually, I was very eager then to go back to the hotel and just fuck Jamaal lol.
Aug 8 2014
A word of warning. The next part is the worst I think. I’m very embarrassed to admit what happened next.
Anyway, the next thing that happened was that Jamaal began to kiss me, and I automatically reached under the table and felt his cock.
Then he pulled his lips away from mine.
“Oh wait, hang on, you don’t mind if I kiss her, do you Tom?” Jamaal said. “Just to be sure you approve of this. You do approve of us being together, right?”
It was then I realized that Jamaal didn’t want a civil chat with Tom. In reality, he was just really getting into humiliating my husband in front of me. It was awful, of course, but I had little choice but to go along with it. Really, this was something I had hoped wouldn’t happen. I must admit, I was a little angry with Jamaal for forcing me to participate in Tom’s humiliation and his amusement.
Actually I was just as angry with my husband for the dress, and to be honest I was also a little intrigued about what Jamaal was doing to Tom. I had never see one man dominate another so much.
But then I faced a choice. Should I go along with the humiliation of my husband or ask Jamaal to lay off? Tom had surely suffered enough, I thought.
The correct thing to do would be to ask Jamaal to lay off Tom,, I thought. So I decided to say something to Jamaal.
But then I had another thought. If I asked him to lay off Tom, Jamaal might think less of me. One thing Jamaal has told me is the black man’s bitch shouldn’t go against the black man’s wishes or he may go elsewhere. I thought how I didn’t ever want him to go elsewhere.
If I just let him have his fun tonight, I reasoned, it would be over soon, and also in some way I would be paying Tom back for the dress. And also, maybe it was kind of karma for all the times Tom had failed to provide for me financially or treat me like a proper lady, and payback for him embarrassing me in public with his awful skin condition. What goes around comes around is something that Jamaal says, and I think it’s true.
“Why aren’t you trying to stop Jamaal taking me away from you, Tom?” I asked my husband. “Aren’t I worth defending? What are you going to do? Aren’t you going to do anything?”
God, I was such a taunting bitch, I thought lol
Tom just spluttered and muttered something under his breath, I think it was “fucking evil whore” or something similar, but I couldn’t make out enough of it to tell Jamaal. Then there was another long silence, and Jamaal kissed me again. For some time the only noise was from me and Jamaal’s soft kisses.
Jamaal was making me kiss him right in front of Tom, I thought. It was awful. But actually, that didn’t stop me kissing Jamaal like the horny lovesick white bitch I was.
“Uh, listen, I gotta go” Tom eventually, and began to stand up.
“Hey where you think ya goin’ Tom?” said Jamaal, nastily. “We were just havin a good ole civil chat between buddies here. Besides, Rachel asked you a question. Sit down bitch. Want me to make you do it?
Then Tom immediately sat back down. Like, within a millisecond lol.
Wow, I was impressed, I thought. Tom must be so scared of him. Tom just obeyed Jamaal instantly.
“Yes, can’t you just sit down and have a civil discussion with me and Jamaal”? I asked Tom. “Is that too unreasonable?”
Tom nodded and then drooped his head. “Just say what you’ve got to say,” he said. “I’d really appreciate it if I could just leave soon”
“So anyway Tom, why aren’t you trying to stop Jamaal taking me away from you?” I said. “Aren’t I worth defending? Are you a man?”
“What are you going to do, Tom?” I said. “Aren’t you going to do anything about it?”
“Are you just going to just let this big black man take your favorite honeybear away from you baby??” I said in a sexy, husky voice. “You not going to defend your honeybear’s honour, baby?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know” Tom said.
“And also, why did you get fucking shit all over my dress??” I said harshly.
“Sorry .I already said I’m sorry for that Rachel” Tom said.
There was another long silence.
“Tom? Are you a bitch?” I said
He didn’t reply, and just looked down at the table in front of him. I think he may have been sobbing. There was more silence.
“Tom? I said are you a bitch?” I repeated, loudly.
“Jamaal called you a bitch. Aren’t you going to say anything to him?” I said
Tom was at a loss for words
“Oh Tom, you really ARE just a little fucking sissy BITCH aren’t you?” I said, loud enough for the other customers in the bar to hear.
To be honest some of the other customers, both men and women, were watching the scene in our booth. A couple of the other white men looked horrified.
Tom started sobbing again, louder now. I giggled and Jamaal laughed too.
I like making Jamaal laugh, and to be honest, we both kinda liked laughing at Tom, too. Although I must say I was surprised at how cruel I was being to Tom.
“Look can’t we just finish this now, please” Tom said, wearily. He knew he was defeated, he just wanted the games to end and to go home. Or perhaps jump off a bridge or something for all I know lol
I was actually quite concerned about Tom’s mental state, and how long he might remember this day. For quite a long time, I thought.
“You’re a wimp-dick white boy bitch, aint ya” Jamaal said. “Who’s too much of a wimp to defend his woman”.
“I am” Tom said. “Yes, I am. I really am. That’s what I am. But please, can I please just leave now?”.
He sounded increasingly desperate and his voice was quivering. He kept looking at me for some kind of moral support I guess, but I just looked down at the floor. Then I glanced down at my dress again. I wasn’t really in the mood to give Tom any kind of sympathy at that moment in time, due not least to the sorry state of my hot designer dress. Actually, my husband was acting like a pathetic bitch, I thought.
Aug 15 2014
So anyway, something else happened that night, which I did not participate in so it wasn’t really anything to do with me. But Jamaal had some time alone with Tom later, and it happened then.
Jamaal said he wanted a “little discussion” with Tom before he came back to the hotel room with me. Just Tom and Jamaal, I wasn’t invited.
I must admit, I was a little upset about that, as I was hoping that Jamaal would come straight back to the hotel and fuck me.
Anyway, how it ended up is that we all left the bar. I took Tom’s car to Jamaal’s hotel room and Jamaal drove Tom drove back to our house in his car.
It’s actually a really nice car, Jamaal’s car, that is, the kind that the roof comes down. I think Jamaal’s car is a Mercedes. Ours is a Fiat, which I may allow Tom to keep after I divorce him.
Anyway, back at the hotel, I was a little worried about what might happen to Tom alone with Jamaal. I thought I should call the house to check if Tom was okay. But then I remembered those words about the black man’s bitch shouldn’t go against the black man. I thought about it for some time, and then realized that I didn’t want to go against Jamaal.
Actually, there was one of Jamaal’s used workout T-shirts in the hotel room. So instead of calling the house, I just lay there on the hotel bed and started playing with myself and breathing in Jamaal’s sweat from his last workout. Jamaal works out every day to keep himself in good shape and his sweat smells really good.
So anyway I was dressed only in slut heels and rubbing Jamaal’s T-shirt all over my hot body and breathing in his male scent when the phone rang.
When I answered I was surprised to hear Tom’s voice.
“Hello, Tom?” I said. “Are you OK?”
I was suddenly a bit concerned about him again (but not quite enough to stop masturbating lol). Actually, I was really in a bit of a hot sweat thinking of Jamaal’s body, strength and aggression at the gym, and I didn’t want my train of thought to be broken by Tom.
Then, for a moment I wondered if Jamaal’s scent had somehow skewed my reasoning in some way, like the black man’s scent was making me prioritize the wrong things in life or something. This was my poor husband on the line after all.
“Rachel, I have something to tell you” Tom said softly. He sounded okay, but just really sad and deflated.
“Oh, what’s that Tom. Are you okay?” I said
There was a pause and I heard Jamaal’s voice in the background whispering something.
“Err…..you deserve better that a limp dick sissy bitch white boy like me Rachel” Tom said.
I couldn’t believe what I just heard! But really I couldn’t help giggling too it was just sooooo funny.
Jamaal must have made him say it, I thought.
“What was that Tom? I said. “I can’t hear you. The line is bad”. Actually, I wanted to hear him say it again lol
“You deserve better that a limp dick sissy bitch white boy like me” he said, a little louder. “I’m just a limp dick sissy bitch white boy”
“You really mean that Tom? That’s nice” I said.
I must have been on speakerphone because then I heard Jamaal laughing loudly and I couldn’t help giggling some more myself. Then I put Tom on speakerphone in the hotel , then went back to playing with myself.
There was some more noise in the background, I heard Jamaal’s voice again. Then Tom said “Rachel, I want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
“Really Tom?” I said “Say that again, I didn’t hear you”
“I, uh, I want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
I felt like, really nasty, playing with myself and getting off on Tom’s humiliation.
“Do you really mean that, Tom, you’re not just saying that?” I said
“Rachel, uh, no I really want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
“Really Tom? Say it again”
“I want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
I heard Jamaal whispering something again. Then I heard a sharp crack and a yowl of pain from Tom.
“What are you doing to him Jamaal” I said but Jamaal didn’t hear me as he was whispering to Tom again.
Actually, I was never quite sure what Jamaal did to Tom, at least physically. When I asked him later, Jamaal said that he “whapped his ass”. At first I thought that he had actually taken a belt or cane to his ass or something. But then I realized that “whapped his ass”” can mean all kind of things in a black man’s parlance.
“Rachel, I won’t ever try to touch your hot body ever again” Tom said.
Actually, I thought I heard a little sob when he said that. I think maybe poor Tom had a flashback of how hot I looked in the bar that night in that sexy dress and spike-heels. And now I was out of bounds lol
In retrospect I think my logic in humiliating Tom was a little skewed. But you know what, I was still really mad with Tom as it looked like the dress was definitely ruined. I had examined it at the hotel after I took it off and got naked
Also, I think somehow Jamaal’s scent led me away from any real concerns about what Jamaal was doing to Tom. I simply lived in the moment, like Jamaal says we all should do sometimes. This was just Jamaal’s way of establishing his dominance over my husband, I thought, and the idea about not going against the black man’s wishes was still fresh my mind.
Actually, I wanted Jamaal so bad, I thought, I naturally wouldn’t want to displease him and risk not getting fucked by him.
“Tom” I said. “Put me on to Jamaal.”
When Jamaal came on the line I told him I was really getting off masturbating to Tom’s mental beatdown and to carry on making Tom say more things like he has a tiny dick and he’s an ugly bitch flake-skinned loser and more stuff like that. Then I heard Tom going “Noooooo”.
For a moment I was mortified. I had forgotten that the phone had been left on speakerphone and Tom had just heard every word I just said. Oh shit, that might just tip him over the edge of reason, I thought, and then I giggled. You must admit, it was kind of funny lol.
“Tell her black men are superior and you got a tiny dick” Jamaal said.”You want me to whap your ass again boy?
There was a silence, then of course Tom said it.
That signaled the start of a liturgy of words that Jamaal made Tom say about how black men are the best, white men are inferior, he’s an ugly fat bitch, all that kind of degrading stuff that you hear in a certain type of porn. Jamaal wasn’t too imaginative to be honest, but he made Tom bitch talk about himself for ages as I played with myself. I don’t know what Jamaal was doing to him but Tom kept yowling in pain. Was Jamaal caning or belting Tom’s ass, I wondered again? Actually, that would be so nasty I thought.
Then I had a good idea. Tom should apologize for my dress once again, I thought. Given that it was almost ruined. Actually, I was proud of myself for such a good idea. Some people say I am full of good ideas.
I had checked and Tom had also ripped the hem with his horrible grabby hands so it was even more ruined.
I know it sounds bitchy now, but actually I thought Tom’s previous apology wasn’t anywhere good enough for ruining such an expensive DVF dress. Don’t ask why, but it made sense to me at the time that Tom should give a better apology.
Actually, Jamaal agreed with me.
“Make him say sorry for my dress again Jamaal” I said. “Whap his ass hard for me till the ugly bitch apologises properly”
And guess what? This time Tom’s apology was soooo much better. All credit to Jamaal, he really made Tom put everything he had into this, his second dress apology of the evening. Actually, Jamaal made Tom give the best dress apology any hot fashion girl could ever wish for. And just think, Jamaal made him do it just for me.
Actually, I think Tom’s whiny apology lasted almost half an hour, and all the time Jamaal was really whapping Tom’s ass all the time he was apologizing – in between shrieks of pain that is.
It was cruel but also it was also super hot and made me feel all warm inside.
By the time the apology ended, Tom was in no doubt at all how much the dress was worth and what it meant to me. I even made him learn some new fashion terms so he could apologise in different ways .
Aug 21 2014
Who would have thought that just hours after leaving work that day I would be cumming hard with my face buried in Jamaal’s sweaty T shirt listening to Tom saying “I am a stupid clumsy sissy bitch for ruining your dress that debuted in Fall 2013 during New York Fashion Week” on speakerphone lol. Crazy days for this girl to say the least lolol
Actually, in between his apology statements, Tom was yowling like a girl. I imagined big strong Jamaal whapping Tom’s ass with a cane to make sure he apologized to this hot fashion girl right. Thinking about it, maybe Jamaal really was caning Tom’s ass. But I wasn’t there so I don’t know.
“Really punish him for ruining my ruining my dress Jamaal” I said into the speakerphone and Tom yowled again. Eventually I had a second orgasm listening to Tom’s yelps and yowls. Of course I feel awful now - but at the time it was so hot.
Aug 25 2014
Anyway, Tom didn’t even dare disobey Jamaal even after he left for the hotel. Jamaal made the Tom self-humiliation audio show continue for me on my speakerphone as Jamaal drove back to me. It didn’t take him long.
Did I mention that Jamaal’s car is really fast? It goes so fast that I am a little scared when Jamaal drives it. But then again, Jamaal is a very confident driver.
Anyway back at the hotel, Jamaal thought that the phone audio was such a good idea that he decided to leave it on so Tom could hear us fuck.
Actually, I was a little worried about the size of Tom’s phone bill. He really complained about the last bill, and made me promise to use it less. But the thing is, my editor is in the USA and I am in England, and sometimes in this industry you just have to swallow the expense of a call. It’s only 50p a minute anyway.
But anyway, Tom was still there on the line when Jamaal started power-fucking me, and then I didn’t object when Jamaal got me to disrespect Tom yet again and again, this time in the heat of the black power fuck, which is the best thing ever by the way.
Actually, I am very good at vocal sex, especially with black men. I’m telling you. I’m not shy when it comes to sex with black men. Maybe I am good at vocal sex because I am good at writing. Anyway I gave one of my best vocal performances that night, for Tom’s benefit and also for Jamaal’s.
I like to think that Tom might have jerked off to the sound of us fucking while he bitch-talked himself down, unable to stop demeaning himself or hang up on Jamaal’s orders.
Well, now I really do feel awful about how things turned out, and am even worried that Tom will file a criminal complaint. Actually, I wondered if “being besotted by a black man’s scent” could even be a real defense in a court of law for a black man’s bitch. It should be, I thought! Actually, I blame it not only on Jamaal’s scent but also my ruined dress.
Ultimately we have both suffered a lot, both Tom and me. I’m sorry that Tom had to go through this thing with Jamaal, but I am a victim too, of course, because I had to witness and participate in it.
Also, guess what? My DVF dress will cost over 200 pounds to repair and fix. Actually I might not even get it fixed and just sacrifice it to Jamaal, because Jamaal says he loves to rip off his hot white bitches’ designer dresses before power-fucking them into oblivion lol.
Epilogue
Sadly, Rachel didn’t post much on the forum following those summer months when we witnessed her transformation from a bored housewife to a bitchy black cock slut. Her posts attracted a lot of negative comments.
From what I can gather, her now-ex husband complained to the police about the incidents on the evening she described, but no charges were brought against either her or Jamaal. Rachel claimed to the police that she had been the victim of years of marital abuse, and Jamaal “marked her up” to provide evidence of an alleged recent assault by Tom
The divorce went ahead but Rachel and Jamaal’s relationship ended within six months. Tom is still working for the cleaning firm and is surely a broken man. Rachel has dated a number of black men since Jamaal, including the Du’Shawn, the boss of a music company that is serviced by Tom’s cleaning firm. Once a week, apparently, Tom visits that company’s office in the city and spends two hours doing menial chores like emptying the trash and cleaning the toilets.
In her most recent post, Rachel mentions that she has seen her husband for the first time since the divorce. She goes into a lot of detail about how awful he looks and whether psoriasis can be contagious, but doesn’t say much about what happened when they met. But from what I can tell, the bitch showed up at her black lover’s office while Tom was there and Du’Shawn was basically bullying Tom to impress her. I hope she posts more.
I regularly lurk on an interracial forum where many white women post of their experiences dating black men. I don’t know if this story is true, but if it is, I feel very sorry for the poor husband.
The story involves a British white wife who posts on the interracial forum finally taking black lover and then becoming a total bitch to her husband. She apologizes again and again for her actions, but reading between the lines she is such a self-obsessed sadistic bitch, she would be any white husband’s worst nightmare
May 7 2014
Discussion in I Love Black Guys Forum: 'Is Dating Black Always Better? – started by Sara B
Hi, all, my name’s Rachel. I work in an office and have a successful fashion blog. I have been a lurker on this thread for a while, and thought I would chip in with my point of view. I wasn’t quite sure whether I should post online as people may recognize me, but I have anonymized all the names, even though I’m sure my husband doesn’t read this forum. So anyway, here goes:
Looking at this site and others I have come to realize that men come in all shapes and sizes, and I have realized that I happen to totally like big black men. Really, some of the photos and videos posted on this site have been driving me crazy. It seems like I am thinking about sexy black men all the time, or at least when I am not asleep lol
And what’s more, I’m no longer comfortable or attracted to my white husband’s shape, or size. In fact, there’s really not much about him I like any more.
To be honest Tom’s on a constant downer, always moaning about not having any money or something. I mean, he is of average intelligence, but he is in his late 40’s and suffers from a horrible skin condition, and also his personal hygiene is bad. To be honest, sometimes he stinks. Total downer for any hot girl right? So do I deserve better?
May 28 2014
Actually, I totally agree that young hot girls like me deserve romance and excitement. Did I mention that my husband is unemployed too? He can't afford to take me out, and wine, dine and romance me. And let's be honest, all girls like that sort of thing. Basically, being made to feel pampered, special and expensive.
I know a couple of black guys with plenty of money, including a black businessman who is in a relationship with a friend of mine, and also a black boss at my work. I have fantasized about both of them.
Both guys really have some swagger, I can tell you.
Although I must say that the boss guy has acted inappropriately with me on a couple of occasions. Nothing serious. I just feel he infringed on my personal space a little too much while paying me compliments at the office. Last week he told me I smell good, which I thought was a little odd but sexy.
When I got home that day my husband hadn't cleaned the house and there was washing up to do. It just wasn’t romantic. Who wants to kiss a chubby middle aged guy in a white vest, jogging bottoms and dirty socks? Especially one with psoriasis lol. Actually it’s not funny. I’m embarrassed to be seen with him when his skin condition flares up, which is frequently. He claims that the doctor says nothing can be done about it, but I am not sure he has tried every remedy. I’m sure he is ******* how much his skin condition embarrasses me when we are out together in public.
In bed with my husband that night, I fantasized about sex with my strong black boss. Then in the morning I was so horny I let my husband fuck me. Secretly, I wanted to get off thinking about that hot black guy from work who had breathed on my neck.
Oh well, my husband has a job interview this week, maybe things will change and he will get some of his swagger back. I hope so!
June 17 2014
No, he didn’t get the job. But guess what? I’ve taken your responses on board and finally taken the plunge. My girlfriend has set me up on a proper date with a black former athlete! Really! It’s a friend of the guy she’s sleeping with lolol.
I won’t say his real name but he used to be a professional footballer and is quite well-known. She showed me some photos, and I have also Googled him so I can say with some certainty that he’s black, he’s handsome and he’s muscular
And according to my girlfriend, he’s VERY financially independent with some kind of sports car and two apartments, one of which is on the Costa del Sol. After a couple of drinks she also mentioned that he’s hung.
So what more does a hot pretty lady like me need? I only intend to have drinks with him and get to know him a little better, of course, at least at first lol
My girlfriend has told me some pretty raunchy things about him too. There is a story going round from a few years ago that he had an affair with the wife of the manager of one of his former teams, and the manager caught them rutting in his bed one afternoon and just freaked out and there were all kinds of repercussions. I don’t know if it is true but he left the football club shortly afterwards.
June 18 2014
Anyway, we’ve set it up for Wednesday; because that’s the night I normally go out for drinks with my girlfriend, who’s in on my plan of course. I’m actually meeting in another suburb that’s quite close to ours, at a Middle-Eastern restaurant where I won’t bump into any of our friends or Jewish ******. I think it’s quite clever of me to think it out that way. This girl isn’t just a pretty face lol
Of course I feel guilty about my husband, who wouldn’t?, But as my girlfriend said, I owe it to myself to have a bit of fun and enjoy life, and not spend my best years stuck in a childless marriage with a weak man who isn’t any fun, at all actually.
I was really hesitant at first, but my girlfriend, who if you remember is dating a black man, told me that I owe it to myself to explore other options in life, take the “path-less-travelled” as she put it. She pointed out that I am a very attractive young lady with a hot body that plenty of men admire, and therefore I deserve the best. And guess what, I think she may be right
I do hope that people will understand that I only want a bit of harmless fun, and I deserve it. Any advice would be most welcome. I am not sure how to dress – conservative and classy, I think, with high heels and a business suit or dress.
I’m really not sure what I am getting into, but you only live once, right? I just need some romance back in my life. Actually I can’t wait xxx
June 20 2014
I have an update from last night. You’ll be pleased to hear that it went very well, and I am one happy and excited lady, though it wasn’t quite what I expected!! Thanks for the messages of support, by the way, I do appreciate the understanding, love and encouragement.
June 21 2014
OK I’m back. If you remember my girlfriend had set me up on a proper date. Well, I was looking forward to it a lot – but at the same time, I was worried about going behind my husband’s back. Needless to say, I think I made the right decision in the end.
I had a hair appointment earlier that day, and they did a great job. I wasn’t quite sure what to wear, though. I contemplated wearing a hot clinging dress, but as I was supposed to be going out with my girlfriend, I don’t think my husband would have approved! I eventually opted for conservative, professional attire – a kind of black-and-white business attire, with a white blouse, black skirt, and strappy heels. My skirt was slightly above the knee, but I wore black pantyhose with criss-cross patterns on the back. I am a full figured girl, and the blouse and skirt were slightly tight on me, which served to accentuate my curves, which I know are one of my best assets.
I also wore my best jewelry, which I only put on after I left my husband slumped on the sofa watching football. That is, three gold rings, a gold necklace, a gold bracelet on my wrist and a classy, thin gold anklet above my left heel. I saved the red lipstick until I was in the taxi too.
Well, I was first to arrive at the restaurant, and spent an anxious five minutes fidgeting, crossing and re-crossing my legs, and wondering if my dress was right and if I had made the right decision coming here at all! But then, I spotted a broad, very tall, bald-headed young black man at the entrance, and I knew I had been right all along. He looked gorgeous, enough to make any girl’s mouth water. He wore a tight black silk shirt, classy-looking black slacks, and snakeskin ankle boots. I waved, and he strode over towards me. I stood up, a little flushed, and he then took my hand and kissed my cheek, and told me he was “really pleased to meet you at last”.
My first thought was: “oh my god, he’s even more handsome than his picture, and he’s very, very muscular. Even though he was wearing a shirt I could tell that he was muscular and sooo ripped. Honestly, his muscles were bulging out of that thin shirt. That’s why I was so flustered, and I accepted his offer of a large champagne to calm me down a little.
I’ll call him Jamaal (not his real name of course). Anyway he was very, very self confident and we settled into conversation easily. To be honest it was a bit of a dream, and the time went so quickly. After a few pleasantries, he began paying me all kinds of compliments, like telling me what a “classy attractive lady” I was and how a woman like me deserved “all the best things in life”. I was loving it, he was so sweet and romantic, and after my third drink I started to talk freely about the situation at home with my unemployed husband, and my boring childless marriage.
At first I felt a bit disrespectful, talking about my husband’s problems and shortcoming to this hot young black stud that I had only known an hour but he was so sweet, kind and understanding, I almost melted. At one point, he said that if I were his woman I wouldn’t want for anything, and he would enjoy romancing me, sweeping me off to Paris at weekends. He said that a woman like me needed a strong man to protect her and make her feel wanted, and I deserved better than an unemployed, overweight, ugly husband. I was shocked he said that, but agreed wholeheartedly. Jamaal has the knack of knowing what I am thinking, and I sooo love that.
At one point Jamaal shocked me by using a word that I thought was slightly strange. After my third drink I had told him a story about my husband running away from a pub brawl some years ago, and he said “he sounds like a real bitch to me”. I was surprised that he used the word “bitch” as I thought black men only used it for their women. But Jamaal just laughed and told me that they also use the word to describe another male who is weak or effeminate. Then he explained that if he were to call me his “bitch”, that would be a positive term, and respectful to me. But if he called another man the same thing, that would be condescending.
Right then, I secretly thought then that I would very much like to be his “bitch” lol.
I asked Jamaal about the story that he had an affair with the wife of the manager of one of his former football teams, and he said that it was true but it’s not like he seduced her at all. She literally threw herself at him, he didn’t instigate it at all. He also got a six figure payoff when he left the club, he added, as there was “nothing in his contract to say he couldn’t sleep with whoever he wanted”
Anyway, by the end of the night I was very flustered, and blushing from all the romance and the compliments he had given me, and I couldn’t help but gaze into those smoldering eyes and those abs and pecs under that tight shirt. I had to make a conscious effort not to keep licking my lips, and I am embarrassed to say that my nipples were standing right out under my tight blouse, there's no way he couldn't have noticed. It really made me blush, but at the same time I liked him looking. I mean, they were sticking out like tent pegs and there was nothing I could do about it. A couple of times I caught him looking at my breasts, and I took a deep breath and stuck them out. Then our eyes met, and we both smiled. It was soo romantic, I felt weak at the knees.
He drove me back to my girlfriend’s place in his sports car, which I think is a Mercedes. It goes really fast but Jamaal was an expert driver and in perfect control, which I found to be hot and sexy. We parked outside her place, and I asked him if he wanted to come in for a drink, but he declined. That’s when he kissed me.
It was a long, slow, soul kiss, and he tasted so good, our mouths locked together and our tongues intertwined for what seemed like ages . After about five minutes he took my dainty hand and softly placed it at the top of his slacks so I could feel his size. I honestly gave a loud, involuntary groan through the soul kiss as I felt it. It seemed amazingly thick and hard, it was huge, and I could even feel the veins on it through his slacks.
I know I said that I only intended to have drinks, but I would probably have been willing to give him a blow job if he had wanted. But instead, he broke the kiss and told me that we should not rush into anything and for now I should go back to my husband as I was married after all. What a gentleman Jamaal is! I really did admire him for that, such a nice guy. After he had driven off I realized that I didn’t get his phone number, which I am slightly mad about – but he has mine, and hopefully he will call or text soon.
I ended up telling my girlfriend all about the date when she drove me home, and she said that it sounded really romantic, and I needed some romance in my life. But she can also be a little crude, and she said that if she was in my situation in Jamaal’s sports car, she’d probably have begged to suck his big black dick! What a slut she is!
When I got home my husband asked me if I had had a good time, and I said yes, thank you. That’s all he asked, and he went back to watching the football. I looked at his fat body on the sofa and couldn’t help but compare him to Jamaal. His skin looked awful due to his psoriasis. It was nothing like Jamal’s smooth, unblemished black skin, I thought.
As I mentioned before, I hope that people will understand that I only want a bit of fun, and I just need some romance back in my life.
Actually I can’t wait to see Jamaal again. But I am afraid that he won’t want to take things any further until I have told my husband that I want a trial separation. Really I am scared to do that as I think he is still in love with me despite all his problems. He didn’t take it at all well when I previously threatened to walk out. In fact he cried.
But my date with Jamaal confirmed my view that I am a very attractive young “bitch” with a body that hot black men admire, and therefore I can have better than my husband, if I like. And if things don’t change soon, I am pretty sure that I won’t be with him much longer
June 27 2014
Yesterday, I fucked Jamaal at a hotel. It was indescribable. I’ve never been treated that way by a man before and feel so fulfilled. In fact I can honestly say it was the best sex I have ever had. Better add that Jamaal has texted me since, and he says that he had a wonderful time, and if I do decide to leave hubby, he will treat me to a smart hotel for as long as I like. So I am really considering taking the plunge and dumping Tom for good. But how can I tell him? He has a job interview soon though, and I hope he gets it. It would at least be great to have him out of the house!!
June 30 2014
Well anyway, I took the plunge and told Tom that I was leaving him and there was quite a confrontation with him and Jamaal. I wrote down what happened between my husband and me as was suggested, and I think it has been therapeutic. But unfortunately Jamaal comes into the story quite a bit too, and that can’t be helped, I hope you can understand that as it really is Jamaal’s story too, as well as mine and Tom’s
Actually I really made an effort to write well. I think my account is pretty good, even if I say so myself. I even took a few rough notes when it happened, to be transformed into prose later,
I’m sorry to say that in the end it was pretty awful for Tom.
I admit that I have sometimes found the idea of two guys fighting over me to be really hot. It was a bit like that, actually, like two gladiators fighting over me, which is romantic. But of course, Jamaal was the clear winner, and Tom didn’t put up much of a fight, so it wasn’t really like two gladiators lol.
So anyway, I said some bad things to Tom and made some errors of judgment which I now kind of regret. Looking back, I think I might have projected some of the guilt I felt onto Tom.
Actually, I am quite knowledgeable about areas like psychiatry as well as fashion, so I know about things like that.
But the way I look at is we have both suffered and are now both on the road to healing. I’m so sorry that Tom had to experience such humiliation in front of me. But I am a victim too because I had to witness some of it, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience I can tell you.
Plus there is also just the small matter of my DVF dress that Tom has ruined that will cost about 200 pounds to repair and fix. I know a lot about style and fashion and I bought it because it was an in-dress.
By the way, DVF stands for Diane von Fürstenberg, who is best known for her iconic wrap dress. She is one of the best designers in the world, and her current line dresses don’t come cheap. Mine was actually one of those. And now it is ruined. Uh, what wouldn’t I give for an easier life. I will post what happened soon.
July 19 2014
Here goes. Anyway, as planned, Tom and I met at a smart bar near the local shopping centre. I was a little late, as I wasn’t quite sure what outfit to wear. I knew that I had some important matters to discuss with my husband so I should maybe dress conservatively. But then I realized that I would also be Jamaal’s hotel fuck bitch later that evening, so I was facing a real dress dilemma.
Sorry for being so crude, but that is honestly what I thought during my dress dilemma.
So in the end I decided to go with my stretchy, clinging red DVF dress, which is actually my favorite dress of all time. It is pretty short and shows off my legs and my big ass of course. It fits so snug. I love it when people see how hot I am, actually.
I used the phrase “tramp classy” in one of my online fashion articles, and believe it or not, now that phrase is being used all over the fashion world. But I thought of it first. And that’s what I was, DVS tramp classy. That’s a real fashion term that came from me. I bet you didn’t know that lol.
Actually, I would provide a link to my popular fashion blog but it is under my real name, so I daren’t do that. But if anyone is interested in my body of fashion work, just PM me and I will post you an example. My articles are pretty good, I have been told, and would interest anyone who appreciates good style. Actually, I am now writing an article about hip hop chic.
Anyway, I wore a matching red jacket and stilettos too. No pantyhose though, as it was a hot night and besides Jamaal had told me that he likes his white bitches in bare legs and high heels. I’m sure many girls are aware that black men like that bare-legged look, combined with slut-heels on a bitch. Just watch some hip hop videos if you don’t believe me. Actually I have watched quite a few as research for my next article.
But anyway, how hot I looked was irrelevant to the task of telling Tom I was dumping his ass. It really wasn’t something I was looking forward to, I can tell you that.
I got plenty of stares from men when I walked into the bar, and when I spotted my reflection in the mirror, I decided that really liked the way the DVF set off my curves. I looked so good in that hot dress, and my legs looked really classy and toned too. The only problem was that the heels were quite difficult to walk in. Actually, that is quite a common problem when black men’s bitches wears slut heels in public.
Judging by his face, Tom thought I looked good too. He was on his third beer, I could tell by the empty glasses as I joined him in his booth.
Surprisingly, my husband was in a really positive mood when we met. He stood up, kissed me and complimented me on my outfit and said that he could not believe how hot and sexy I was looking. He said I looked like a “fine woman”.
It’s always great to get compliments, even from Tom. He was right too, I thought, I was looking pretty darn fine lol. Will write more soon lol.
July 20 2014
I told him he looked great too. Actually he did to the extent that he’d had a shave and put on clean clothes for a change, and his skin issues had calmed down somewhat. But speaking as a respected fashion blogger, no way did he have a black man’s style.
His “lucky suit” as he put it was far too tight and his fat belly was straining against his blue shirt. The shirt must be too tight too, I thought, because he was sweating. His colors clashed too, I noted. Actually, I quite wanted to give him some style tips, but I didn’t want to ruin his good mood. Most people in the fashion world know that the first rule of style is that you must always wear clothes you feel comfortable in.
My husband didn’t have the easy style or the swagger of a big black man, I thought.
Then I saw he had bought a rose from one of those street sellers, and put it on the table for us.
Anyway, I guess he thought I had dressed like a slut for him.
It slightly threw me when he said that he had finally landed a new job. Apparently it was only temporary work, office cleaning and that kind of thing. He was pretty excited about it, though, and he started telling me that with both of us earning an income we could even take a holiday together in the fall. He squeezed my hand across the table and said “I know things are going to get better now, honey, I know it”.
“That’s nice Tom” I said.
But the more Tom made plans for our future, the more depressed I got with the situation. How could I tell him I was dumping his ass?
“I still think you’re gorgeous, Rachel” Tom said.
I smiled at him, then bit my lip and then gasped at something else I saw.
I had spotted over Tom’s shoulder that Jamaal had strode into the bar and taken a seat about twenty feet away from us. He said that he would be on hand in case I needed protecting, but I expected him to stay in the car, not come into the bar! I was a little shocked. But actually, in the end it was Jamaal’s presence that finally gave me the strength I needed to say what I said next to my husband, so it all worked out well, thanks to Jamaal.
I will post more later, I just need to tidy up my prose first. One good trick of writing is that if you leave a text for a few hours you can then come back to it and spot little improvements and edits that you didn’t see before. Not many people know about that trick, so aspiring writers take note. Anyway I hope you think that I am writing well so far.
July 29 2014
Actually I’m even more worried that people will think bad of me now, but I will just roll with it. Actually I am on a bit of a writing roll lol
So anyway this is how I broke up with Tom. I took a deep breath and said “Tom, I’m sorry but I won’t be going on holiday with you. I won’t be doing anything like that with you because I want a divorce”.
I felt so brave when I said that.
Tom appeared stunned for a moment, and then just spluttered into his drink and stared at me wide eyed. “Wha..wha..what?” he said.
“I’ve been seeing another man, and I want to be with him instead of you” I said.
”Another man?” he said. Wha, whaat?”
“You should also know that he’s a black man” I said.
Actually, thinking about it, I don’t think that Tom really needed to know right there and then that I was dumping him for a black man.. But still somehow it still felt right to say it.
Tom didn’t seem to understand what I was saying, he kept making these “wha..whoa” noises and tears started to well up in his eyes. “Whooo, wait a minute Rach, you can’t, you can’t just leave me like this, you ca..please, let’s talk about it babe” he finally said. Actually, he sounded like he was hyperventilating. I was a bit worried.
“Well I’m leaving you and that’s that” I said. It was hard but I managed to stay calm. Jamaal had told me that I must be tough and strong.
“Nooo you can’t do that. Not now. I’ve just got a job, Rachel” he sobbed. “Don’t you understand, I got a job now. It’s for both of us, to make things better for you, for us”.?”
I had deliberately sat on the opposite side of the booth to him so he wouldn’t start touching and grabbing me which I hate. But there was nothing I could do when he made his way across to my side of the booth, sidled up to me and put both his arms around me (one all the way round my waist) and placed his teary face on the top of my big breasts and started crying like a little bitch.
“Rach I love you” he sobbed. He was crying and shaking and seemed inconsolable. “You mean everything to me. Please don’t go. I love you honeybear, I love you, don’t leave me” he said.
He used to call me honeybear when we first met lol
Anyway, I didn’t know what to say so I just patted his balding head and made reassuring noises like “it will all be okay” as he gurgled out his love for me yet again.
Then I looked over to Jamaal, who was watching the scene. He gestured, as though asking whether he should come over and intervene, but I shook my head. Actually, I then thought that it would be even worse for my sobbing hubby if Jamaal intervened lol
July 30 2014
This is the part where Tom ruins my dress. I still get mad just thinking about it.
Anyway, after a while, my husband’s tears turned to anger. “Who is this man, I’m going to fucking kill him” he said bitterly. “Who is he. Tell me!” he spluttered.
There was a bit of a silence. Then Tom said “Wait, did you say a black man??”
His look changed for an instant. Maybe he was having second thoughts about fighting my new boyfriend after realizing he was black, I thought.
Actually, I was secretly amused at the idea of Tom threatening to beat up Jamaal, who is so much tougher and stronger than he is. I wondered if Jamaal had heard what Tom said.
“It doesn’t matter, Tom. You really don’t want to meet him” I said. “All you need to know is that we’ve grown apart and reached the end of our particular story in life together. It will be a positive thing now, like a new beginning for both of us. We need to concentrate on the positives”
Actually, Jamaal and me had decided I would say something like that. We are so clever sometimes when our minds work together.
“Nooooooo” Tom sobbed even more, and pulled me tighter to him.
Honestly, it was like he was a slimy clinging crab or something.
“Rach you can’t, I love you, I would do anything for you. Pleease”. He buried his head deep in my big breasts and started bawling again, louder this time, for all in the bar to hear.
Actually, I was now really getting very annoyed with Tom. Not only was he bawling his eyes out in public, which was embarrassing enough for me, but he was also getting his tears and even gooey snot strands on my DVS dress. I couldn’t let it continue, Tom was ruining my best dress.
I’m sure most hot girls will understand if I say that it was from this year’s collection, and a couple of celebs had worn it including Kim K. Looking back it is funny, but all I could think of was not the break up, it was preventing Tom from ruining my hot dress.
Did I mention that Diane von Fürstenberg is one of the best designers in the world, and mine was actually one of her current line dresses? Hot girls who know anything about fashion will understand my reasoning I am sure.
Anyway Tom’s head was right in my cleavage, and he was squashing my breasts. Honestly, he was starting to become so fucking irritating. On top of everything else that had happened to me, I didn’t want my expensive dress ruined into the bargain.
In the end I started wiggling, trying to wrest his arm from behind me and get him to release his grip. "Get your fucking hands off me Tom now!” I said. “That’s enough. Just quit it will you! Leave it” I was really mad with him now, and lashed out at him with my nails. But also, I had just had a manicure and didn’t want him to ruin that too, so I slapped his face hard instead.
Rachel, darling, you’re my wife, you can’t do this to me, please, let’s talk about it some more” he said between sobs.
Then he actually moved his face right up to mine and tried to kiss my face. I turned my head away, as I was pretty repulsed actually.
Still trying to fight him off, I glanced worriedly over towards Jamaal. Jamaal was glancing over too, and gestured again. I shrugged and raised my eyebrows.
I was really trying to get Tom’s horrible grabby hands off my body and my hot dress before Jamaal came over. Really, it was in Tom’s own interests to behave himself, I thought. But he wasn’t making it easy for me, he had too tight a grip on my waist.
Actually, it was really horrible, he just wouldn’t let go. I’m sure any hot girl who has been in a similar situation will understand how annoying an unwanted man can be. I wondered if I should warn Tom that Jamaal was watching, but I didn’t quite know what to say. Maybe I should just let nature take its course, I thought
Finally realizing that I was rejecting his teary kiss, Tom then went back to his former trick of sobbing into my breasts and drooling and slobbering on my dress. I glanced down and it was almost like he had blown his nose on or even been sick on my DVF. I knew that this needed to end right there and then.
If my damn husband had just stopped pawing me and drooling all over my expensive dress I might not have needed to be rescued by Jamaal. So in a way what happened next was Tom’s own fault.
So the end I just gave Jamaal a “helpless” glance which was all he needed. I didn’t try to stop him when he strode over.
July 31 2014
Jamaal walked over and immediately grabbed Tom’s ear, twisted it, and pulled Tom right away from me and kind of spun him round by his ear sending him spinning away from the booth. Tom let out a sharp shriek of pain and clutched his ear. All the other customers, mostly white men and women, looked up but no one intervened.
Actually, I don’t think anyone wanted to get involved with Jamaal, as he looked pretty mean.
”Get your hands off my lady, fool” Jamaal said to Tom. “Don’t make a fucking scene”
Jamaal in action was something to behold, I can tell you. With no hesitation at all, he had just grabbed Tom’s ear, just like that. For some reason I thought of a knight in shining armor coming to save a hot damsel bitch in distress, but the knight is a big black man.
Then I wondered if my dress could still be salvaged if I treated t now, as I had paid a lot of money for it. Then I suddenly remembered that Jamaal said he loved my curves in that very dress, and then I felt even more irritated with Tom.
Jamaal then sat down next to me where my husband had previously been sat, and gestured my hubby to sit opposite us in the booth. This Tom did, still holding his smarting ear and groaning. He looked stunned. Then he started sobbing again but softly this time. He really looked like a wounded man.
To be honest I felt a bit sorry for him. He seemed totally stunned by the turn of events and the look on his face was something to behold – like, doh, what happened?
What happened was this: a big, mean, muscular black man had just, kind of, appeared out of nowhere, pulled his ear half off, and now had one of his big, black hands around his trophy wife.
No wonder Tom looked a bit stunned, I thought lol.
“You’ll be OK now baby” Jamaal said to me.
Actually, I was a little concerned about Tom’s ear, which looked like it was bleeding, but was so nice to be close enough to Jamaal again so I could breathe in his manly scent.
I love the smell of Jamaal. He smells so good and sexy.
“Go ahead, baby tell him what you wanna say” Jamaal said
I was about to explain to Tom that this was Jamaal, my lover, but first I decided that wanted to wipe the top of my breasts and DVF dress with a napkin, and tried to clean my dress and boobs as best I could. I had to sort the dress situation out first as it’s best to treat stains straight away. Tom might have ruined it, I thought.
I know it doesn’t excuse the things I said later, but I got a lot madder with him when I closely examined the state of my dress, as it was far worse than I thought. The dress would need to be professionally cleaned, I surmised. And even then it might never be the same. But there are cleaning shops now that actually specialize in DVF.
“Tom, listen, this is Jamaal, my new boyfriend” I said finally. “We’re a couple now, and if you want to discuss it, you need to calm yourself down and talk to both me and Jamaal together like adults. Are you capable of doing that?”
Tom stared open-mouthed at me and then at Jamaal, disbelieving. Like he couldn’t believe I was being so cool about it. Actually. I was proud of myself for being so in control. I thought I was handling things pretty well, actually. But then I knew I had Jamaal there to protect me if my husband tried to get grabby on my dress again.
“Before you ask, yes Tom, we have been sleeping together” I said.
Wha… Tom said
“You know, having sex” I said.
There was a long silence
“You know, Tom, making love together. Me and Jamaal.” I said.
“I KNOW what you fucking mean, Rachel, you heartless BITCH” my husband finally exploded, his anger now directed at me. The penny had dropped at last. I really was leaving him.
If Tom was as clever as me (I have a Fashion Degree but he doesn’t have any qualifications at all) he would be aware that this big black man had just mauled him like strong alpha males maul and wound weaker breeding rivals in the animal kingdom. After all, you can’t argue with nature.
“You fucking bitch Rachel, how could you just do this to me, to us, in this way?”Tom said. Then, after a pause, he said “I’ve just got a job for god’s sake”.
I was tempted to ask Tom whether he really thought a minimum wage cleaning job would win back his hot wife but I didn’t. I just stayed quiet, biting my lip.
“Less of the shit talk’ keep this civil” Jamaal said. “Unless ya want to settle this outside. Maybe you want that?”.
Tom looked stunned.
“Well do ya bitch?” Jamaal said to Tom. “Wanna take it outside?”
Actually Jamaal looked really intimidating as he had several gold rings, some of which had points that could seriously damage someone’s face.
Once again, I felt a tinge of fear for Tom, but then in a way I suppose he deserved what he had coming. After all, he had just physically assaulted me and almost completely destroyed my dress, I reasoned. So now I had nothing else to wear for Jamaal later, not even an emergency dress. You know the type, the thin accessory tube dresses that modern sexually-active girls carry in their handbags in case the dress they are wearing gets ruined by a black man.
Then Jamaal leaned right over to Tom. Then he actually grabbed a clump of Tom’s hair and pulled it, really hard. Well? Wanna take it outside?” Jamaal said. Then he cuffed him right in the face.
Gosh, I thought, Jamaal is really mean and tough, I was even a little scared of him myself lol.
Tom looked astonished, stunned and more than a little scared. Actually he looked terrified, you could see the real fear in his eyes. He was trembling. “Honeybear?” he said to me.
“Bitch aint yo honeybear no more” Jamaal said. “You still his honeybear, bitch?
I wasn’t sure how to respond to this, it was all so sad and awful for Tom.
But then I thought of my ruined dress, and what Jamaal would want me to say.
“Tom, just get lost, I’m not your fucking honeybear anymore!!” I said loudly.
Actually I said it loud enough for the entire bar to hear.
I realized that I was probably making Jamaal’s verbal beatdown of my husband worse. But for some reason I still did it. I guess it was probably to please Jamaal. At one point later in the evening Jamaal said to me you’ve “got to be cruel to be kind” which kind of explained it to me for a while.
But then later I couldn’t figure out where the “being kind” part came in lol
Anyway Tom started bawling again so I hastily passed him a napkin. Actually, even with Tom in the opposite seat I was quite worried that he may still sneeze or something and ruin my dress even further. His shirt was soaked in his bodily fluids and nosebleed and god knows what so just imagine how my dress looked lol
Aug 1 2014
It was really sad for Tom, and hard for me too as I felt his pain. I felt I sorry for him, actually. But at the same time I kind of really admired Jamaal for taking charge of the situation so easily.
It must have really hurt Tom when Jamaal ridiculed our pet name, I thought. Then I thought that Tom wouldn’t be calling me “honeybear” any more, like, never ever again, probably for fear of getting bitch-slapped, I thought lol.
It was quite funny that Tom wouldn’t ever be calling me that name again. Actually, I thought it was a stupid name. So no more “honeybear” was a good thing for me.
“Well do ya bitch? Wanna take it outside?” Jamaal said again to Tom.
My husband shook his head. “No” he finally said. He sounded defeated.
“Sit back down and say sorry to my lady for calling her a bitch” Jamaal said, finally releasing Tom’s hair. “No one calls her a bitch except me”
“Uh, I’m uh, sorry, Rachel, for saying that” my husband said.
“What Tom? For saying what?” I said
“Uh, sorry for calling you a bitch Rachel”.
“Thanks Tom. I appreciate it. It’s best to keep things civil now” I said.
I know I keep saying it, and it sounds stupid now, but I was still really mad with Tom about the dress. I wondered if I should get Jamaal make Tom apologise to me for ruining my dress too, or even give me money for a new one.
“Jamaal look what Tom did” I said and showed Jamaal the stains on my dress.
Actually, Jamaal didn’t need to make Tom apologise for the dress. Tom apologized voluntarily, as soon as he saw Jamaal examining in detail the big gooey stain on the front in close detail He actually lifted the material of dress up from my breasts with his big, masculine hands and started examining it. To be honest I really wanted Jamaal to paw my tits then but he didn’t lol.
By the way, did I mention that Jamaal smelt really good? I was really turned on by that hot Jamaal smell. Maybe it was the black man’s testosterone, I thought.
I don’t even think Tom realized the damage he had done to my dress until now, but when he saw the state of it he acknowledged what he had done and apologized immediately - with no prompting from Jamaal, I might add.
“Oh shit Rachel, I am sooo sorry about that” he said. “I can wash it out for you, just let me know. I’m really sorry about that. Jeez. I’m really sorry.”
I suddenly had this awful image of Tom, naked, hand-washing my DVF dress in the sink at home.
He does his own washing in the sink to save money, and sometimes he does it naked which is actually not his worst habit by far. He has some that are much worse. As Jamaal says, I am best out of the entire Tom situation, and I agree.
“Thanks Tom but it needs professional treatment” I said
Aug 3 2014
I am happy to say that Tom was mostly civil from then on, and there was no more grabbing or bawling, though to be honest I wasn’t really satisfied with Tom’s apology for my dress.
Tom appeared sullen and angry, but he accepted our terms of separation pretty much without question, which was a really positive thing, I thought. It was only when I said that I wanted him to move out of the house that he showed a spark of resistance, and just said “no way, hell no. No more, Rachel”.
“Tom, can’t you at least try to be happy for us and make this amicable?’ I said. “Is that too much to ask? There’s no need to be selfish, Tom. It’s not all about you. Be happy for others, for once”
“Yeah, you should offer us your congratulations dude” Jamaal said. “How about it?”
Tom gave in after a long pause. “Congratulations to you both” he finally said.
He almost spat the word out and I think I detected a note of sarcasm. I bit my lip and wondered if I should mention that to Jamaal.
Anyway Tom looked like he really, really wanted to leave then.
“That’s really nice Tom, thanks” I said. “It’s good that you can be happy for us. We do appreciate it don’t we Jamaal”. I smiled and squeezed Jamaal’s strong forearm.
Anyway did I mention before that Jamaal smelt soo good and sexy, he had some kind of aftershave or musk on or something. Anyway it was driving me wild, like I was desperate to be black-fucked or something. It was crazy.
Then I had a thought. Maybe Jamaal’s scent was just the natural scent of the black man, and all strong fertile black men smell that good to a woman, especially a hot white bitch in heat like I was. He smelt so sexy. Actually, I was very eager then to go back to the hotel and just fuck Jamaal lol.
Aug 8 2014
A word of warning. The next part is the worst I think. I’m very embarrassed to admit what happened next.
Anyway, the next thing that happened was that Jamaal began to kiss me, and I automatically reached under the table and felt his cock.
Then he pulled his lips away from mine.
“Oh wait, hang on, you don’t mind if I kiss her, do you Tom?” Jamaal said. “Just to be sure you approve of this. You do approve of us being together, right?”
It was then I realized that Jamaal didn’t want a civil chat with Tom. In reality, he was just really getting into humiliating my husband in front of me. It was awful, of course, but I had little choice but to go along with it. Really, this was something I had hoped wouldn’t happen. I must admit, I was a little angry with Jamaal for forcing me to participate in Tom’s humiliation and his amusement.
Actually I was just as angry with my husband for the dress, and to be honest I was also a little intrigued about what Jamaal was doing to Tom. I had never see one man dominate another so much.
But then I faced a choice. Should I go along with the humiliation of my husband or ask Jamaal to lay off? Tom had surely suffered enough, I thought.
The correct thing to do would be to ask Jamaal to lay off Tom,, I thought. So I decided to say something to Jamaal.
But then I had another thought. If I asked him to lay off Tom, Jamaal might think less of me. One thing Jamaal has told me is the black man’s bitch shouldn’t go against the black man’s wishes or he may go elsewhere. I thought how I didn’t ever want him to go elsewhere.
If I just let him have his fun tonight, I reasoned, it would be over soon, and also in some way I would be paying Tom back for the dress. And also, maybe it was kind of karma for all the times Tom had failed to provide for me financially or treat me like a proper lady, and payback for him embarrassing me in public with his awful skin condition. What goes around comes around is something that Jamaal says, and I think it’s true.
“Why aren’t you trying to stop Jamaal taking me away from you, Tom?” I asked my husband. “Aren’t I worth defending? What are you going to do? Aren’t you going to do anything?”
God, I was such a taunting bitch, I thought lol
Tom just spluttered and muttered something under his breath, I think it was “fucking evil whore” or something similar, but I couldn’t make out enough of it to tell Jamaal. Then there was another long silence, and Jamaal kissed me again. For some time the only noise was from me and Jamaal’s soft kisses.
Jamaal was making me kiss him right in front of Tom, I thought. It was awful. But actually, that didn’t stop me kissing Jamaal like the horny lovesick white bitch I was.
“Uh, listen, I gotta go” Tom eventually, and began to stand up.
“Hey where you think ya goin’ Tom?” said Jamaal, nastily. “We were just havin a good ole civil chat between buddies here. Besides, Rachel asked you a question. Sit down bitch. Want me to make you do it?
Then Tom immediately sat back down. Like, within a millisecond lol.
Wow, I was impressed, I thought. Tom must be so scared of him. Tom just obeyed Jamaal instantly.
“Yes, can’t you just sit down and have a civil discussion with me and Jamaal”? I asked Tom. “Is that too unreasonable?”
Tom nodded and then drooped his head. “Just say what you’ve got to say,” he said. “I’d really appreciate it if I could just leave soon”
“So anyway Tom, why aren’t you trying to stop Jamaal taking me away from you?” I said. “Aren’t I worth defending? Are you a man?”
“What are you going to do, Tom?” I said. “Aren’t you going to do anything about it?”
“Are you just going to just let this big black man take your favorite honeybear away from you baby??” I said in a sexy, husky voice. “You not going to defend your honeybear’s honour, baby?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know” Tom said.
“And also, why did you get fucking shit all over my dress??” I said harshly.
“Sorry .I already said I’m sorry for that Rachel” Tom said.
There was another long silence.
“Tom? Are you a bitch?” I said
He didn’t reply, and just looked down at the table in front of him. I think he may have been sobbing. There was more silence.
“Tom? I said are you a bitch?” I repeated, loudly.
“Jamaal called you a bitch. Aren’t you going to say anything to him?” I said
Tom was at a loss for words
“Oh Tom, you really ARE just a little fucking sissy BITCH aren’t you?” I said, loud enough for the other customers in the bar to hear.
To be honest some of the other customers, both men and women, were watching the scene in our booth. A couple of the other white men looked horrified.
Tom started sobbing again, louder now. I giggled and Jamaal laughed too.
I like making Jamaal laugh, and to be honest, we both kinda liked laughing at Tom, too. Although I must say I was surprised at how cruel I was being to Tom.
“Look can’t we just finish this now, please” Tom said, wearily. He knew he was defeated, he just wanted the games to end and to go home. Or perhaps jump off a bridge or something for all I know lol
I was actually quite concerned about Tom’s mental state, and how long he might remember this day. For quite a long time, I thought.
“You’re a wimp-dick white boy bitch, aint ya” Jamaal said. “Who’s too much of a wimp to defend his woman”.
“I am” Tom said. “Yes, I am. I really am. That’s what I am. But please, can I please just leave now?”.
He sounded increasingly desperate and his voice was quivering. He kept looking at me for some kind of moral support I guess, but I just looked down at the floor. Then I glanced down at my dress again. I wasn’t really in the mood to give Tom any kind of sympathy at that moment in time, due not least to the sorry state of my hot designer dress. Actually, my husband was acting like a pathetic bitch, I thought.
Aug 15 2014
So anyway, something else happened that night, which I did not participate in so it wasn’t really anything to do with me. But Jamaal had some time alone with Tom later, and it happened then.
Jamaal said he wanted a “little discussion” with Tom before he came back to the hotel room with me. Just Tom and Jamaal, I wasn’t invited.
I must admit, I was a little upset about that, as I was hoping that Jamaal would come straight back to the hotel and fuck me.
Anyway, how it ended up is that we all left the bar. I took Tom’s car to Jamaal’s hotel room and Jamaal drove Tom drove back to our house in his car.
It’s actually a really nice car, Jamaal’s car, that is, the kind that the roof comes down. I think Jamaal’s car is a Mercedes. Ours is a Fiat, which I may allow Tom to keep after I divorce him.
Anyway, back at the hotel, I was a little worried about what might happen to Tom alone with Jamaal. I thought I should call the house to check if Tom was okay. But then I remembered those words about the black man’s bitch shouldn’t go against the black man. I thought about it for some time, and then realized that I didn’t want to go against Jamaal.
Actually, there was one of Jamaal’s used workout T-shirts in the hotel room. So instead of calling the house, I just lay there on the hotel bed and started playing with myself and breathing in Jamaal’s sweat from his last workout. Jamaal works out every day to keep himself in good shape and his sweat smells really good.
So anyway I was dressed only in slut heels and rubbing Jamaal’s T-shirt all over my hot body and breathing in his male scent when the phone rang.
When I answered I was surprised to hear Tom’s voice.
“Hello, Tom?” I said. “Are you OK?”
I was suddenly a bit concerned about him again (but not quite enough to stop masturbating lol). Actually, I was really in a bit of a hot sweat thinking of Jamaal’s body, strength and aggression at the gym, and I didn’t want my train of thought to be broken by Tom.
Then, for a moment I wondered if Jamaal’s scent had somehow skewed my reasoning in some way, like the black man’s scent was making me prioritize the wrong things in life or something. This was my poor husband on the line after all.
“Rachel, I have something to tell you” Tom said softly. He sounded okay, but just really sad and deflated.
“Oh, what’s that Tom. Are you okay?” I said
There was a pause and I heard Jamaal’s voice in the background whispering something.
“Err…..you deserve better that a limp dick sissy bitch white boy like me Rachel” Tom said.
I couldn’t believe what I just heard! But really I couldn’t help giggling too it was just sooooo funny.
Jamaal must have made him say it, I thought.
“What was that Tom? I said. “I can’t hear you. The line is bad”. Actually, I wanted to hear him say it again lol
“You deserve better that a limp dick sissy bitch white boy like me” he said, a little louder. “I’m just a limp dick sissy bitch white boy”
“You really mean that Tom? That’s nice” I said.
I must have been on speakerphone because then I heard Jamaal laughing loudly and I couldn’t help giggling some more myself. Then I put Tom on speakerphone in the hotel , then went back to playing with myself.
There was some more noise in the background, I heard Jamaal’s voice again. Then Tom said “Rachel, I want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
“Really Tom?” I said “Say that again, I didn’t hear you”
“I, uh, I want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
I felt like, really nasty, playing with myself and getting off on Tom’s humiliation.
“Do you really mean that, Tom, you’re not just saying that?” I said
“Rachel, uh, no I really want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
“Really Tom? Say it again”
“I want you to be Jamaal’s bitch”
I heard Jamaal whispering something again. Then I heard a sharp crack and a yowl of pain from Tom.
“What are you doing to him Jamaal” I said but Jamaal didn’t hear me as he was whispering to Tom again.
Actually, I was never quite sure what Jamaal did to Tom, at least physically. When I asked him later, Jamaal said that he “whapped his ass”. At first I thought that he had actually taken a belt or cane to his ass or something. But then I realized that “whapped his ass”” can mean all kind of things in a black man’s parlance.
“Rachel, I won’t ever try to touch your hot body ever again” Tom said.
Actually, I thought I heard a little sob when he said that. I think maybe poor Tom had a flashback of how hot I looked in the bar that night in that sexy dress and spike-heels. And now I was out of bounds lol
In retrospect I think my logic in humiliating Tom was a little skewed. But you know what, I was still really mad with Tom as it looked like the dress was definitely ruined. I had examined it at the hotel after I took it off and got naked
Also, I think somehow Jamaal’s scent led me away from any real concerns about what Jamaal was doing to Tom. I simply lived in the moment, like Jamaal says we all should do sometimes. This was just Jamaal’s way of establishing his dominance over my husband, I thought, and the idea about not going against the black man’s wishes was still fresh my mind.
Actually, I wanted Jamaal so bad, I thought, I naturally wouldn’t want to displease him and risk not getting fucked by him.
“Tom” I said. “Put me on to Jamaal.”
When Jamaal came on the line I told him I was really getting off masturbating to Tom’s mental beatdown and to carry on making Tom say more things like he has a tiny dick and he’s an ugly bitch flake-skinned loser and more stuff like that. Then I heard Tom going “Noooooo”.
For a moment I was mortified. I had forgotten that the phone had been left on speakerphone and Tom had just heard every word I just said. Oh shit, that might just tip him over the edge of reason, I thought, and then I giggled. You must admit, it was kind of funny lol.
“Tell her black men are superior and you got a tiny dick” Jamaal said.”You want me to whap your ass again boy?
There was a silence, then of course Tom said it.
That signaled the start of a liturgy of words that Jamaal made Tom say about how black men are the best, white men are inferior, he’s an ugly fat bitch, all that kind of degrading stuff that you hear in a certain type of porn. Jamaal wasn’t too imaginative to be honest, but he made Tom bitch talk about himself for ages as I played with myself. I don’t know what Jamaal was doing to him but Tom kept yowling in pain. Was Jamaal caning or belting Tom’s ass, I wondered again? Actually, that would be so nasty I thought.
Then I had a good idea. Tom should apologize for my dress once again, I thought. Given that it was almost ruined. Actually, I was proud of myself for such a good idea. Some people say I am full of good ideas.
I had checked and Tom had also ripped the hem with his horrible grabby hands so it was even more ruined.
I know it sounds bitchy now, but actually I thought Tom’s previous apology wasn’t anywhere good enough for ruining such an expensive DVF dress. Don’t ask why, but it made sense to me at the time that Tom should give a better apology.
Actually, Jamaal agreed with me.
“Make him say sorry for my dress again Jamaal” I said. “Whap his ass hard for me till the ugly bitch apologises properly”
And guess what? This time Tom’s apology was soooo much better. All credit to Jamaal, he really made Tom put everything he had into this, his second dress apology of the evening. Actually, Jamaal made Tom give the best dress apology any hot fashion girl could ever wish for. And just think, Jamaal made him do it just for me.
Actually, I think Tom’s whiny apology lasted almost half an hour, and all the time Jamaal was really whapping Tom’s ass all the time he was apologizing – in between shrieks of pain that is.
It was cruel but also it was also super hot and made me feel all warm inside.
By the time the apology ended, Tom was in no doubt at all how much the dress was worth and what it meant to me. I even made him learn some new fashion terms so he could apologise in different ways .
Aug 21 2014
Who would have thought that just hours after leaving work that day I would be cumming hard with my face buried in Jamaal’s sweaty T shirt listening to Tom saying “I am a stupid clumsy sissy bitch for ruining your dress that debuted in Fall 2013 during New York Fashion Week” on speakerphone lol. Crazy days for this girl to say the least lolol
Actually, in between his apology statements, Tom was yowling like a girl. I imagined big strong Jamaal whapping Tom’s ass with a cane to make sure he apologized to this hot fashion girl right. Thinking about it, maybe Jamaal really was caning Tom’s ass. But I wasn’t there so I don’t know.
“Really punish him for ruining my ruining my dress Jamaal” I said into the speakerphone and Tom yowled again. Eventually I had a second orgasm listening to Tom’s yelps and yowls. Of course I feel awful now - but at the time it was so hot.
Aug 25 2014
Anyway, Tom didn’t even dare disobey Jamaal even after he left for the hotel. Jamaal made the Tom self-humiliation audio show continue for me on my speakerphone as Jamaal drove back to me. It didn’t take him long.
Did I mention that Jamaal’s car is really fast? It goes so fast that I am a little scared when Jamaal drives it. But then again, Jamaal is a very confident driver.
Anyway back at the hotel, Jamaal thought that the phone audio was such a good idea that he decided to leave it on so Tom could hear us fuck.
Actually, I was a little worried about the size of Tom’s phone bill. He really complained about the last bill, and made me promise to use it less. But the thing is, my editor is in the USA and I am in England, and sometimes in this industry you just have to swallow the expense of a call. It’s only 50p a minute anyway.
But anyway, Tom was still there on the line when Jamaal started power-fucking me, and then I didn’t object when Jamaal got me to disrespect Tom yet again and again, this time in the heat of the black power fuck, which is the best thing ever by the way.
Actually, I am very good at vocal sex, especially with black men. I’m telling you. I’m not shy when it comes to sex with black men. Maybe I am good at vocal sex because I am good at writing. Anyway I gave one of my best vocal performances that night, for Tom’s benefit and also for Jamaal’s.
I like to think that Tom might have jerked off to the sound of us fucking while he bitch-talked himself down, unable to stop demeaning himself or hang up on Jamaal’s orders.
Well, now I really do feel awful about how things turned out, and am even worried that Tom will file a criminal complaint. Actually, I wondered if “being besotted by a black man’s scent” could even be a real defense in a court of law for a black man’s bitch. It should be, I thought! Actually, I blame it not only on Jamaal’s scent but also my ruined dress.
Ultimately we have both suffered a lot, both Tom and me. I’m sorry that Tom had to go through this thing with Jamaal, but I am a victim too, of course, because I had to witness and participate in it.
Also, guess what? My DVF dress will cost over 200 pounds to repair and fix. Actually I might not even get it fixed and just sacrifice it to Jamaal, because Jamaal says he loves to rip off his hot white bitches’ designer dresses before power-fucking them into oblivion lol.
Epilogue
Sadly, Rachel didn’t post much on the forum following those summer months when we witnessed her transformation from a bored housewife to a bitchy black cock slut. Her posts attracted a lot of negative comments.
From what I can gather, her now-ex husband complained to the police about the incidents on the evening she described, but no charges were brought against either her or Jamaal. Rachel claimed to the police that she had been the victim of years of marital abuse, and Jamaal “marked her up” to provide evidence of an alleged recent assault by Tom
The divorce went ahead but Rachel and Jamaal’s relationship ended within six months. Tom is still working for the cleaning firm and is surely a broken man. Rachel has dated a number of black men since Jamaal, including the Du’Shawn, the boss of a music company that is serviced by Tom’s cleaning firm. Once a week, apparently, Tom visits that company’s office in the city and spends two hours doing menial chores like emptying the trash and cleaning the toilets.
In her most recent post, Rachel mentions that she has seen her husband for the first time since the divorce. She goes into a lot of detail about how awful he looks and whether psoriasis can be contagious, but doesn’t say much about what happened when they met. But from what I can tell, the bitch showed up at her black lover’s office while Tom was there and Du’Shawn was basically bullying Tom to impress her. I hope she posts more.
