Yes, That’s Your Bedroom, And Yes, That’s Your Wife. It’s Me, Her Black Lover, That She’s Taking

Yes, that’s your bedroom, and yes, that’s your wife. It’s me, her black lover, that she’s taking the picture for. Like many good husbands these days, you try to operate on a level of equality in your marriage. Good for you. It works for you, but you might be surprised to learn it doesn’t work for her. Your wife totally submits to me. For example, the ritual I have insisted on when she first comes over to my place is that she asks me, very formally and politely and prettily, if please can she get to her knees and worship my cock. Some days I say no, because I want something else, but most days I say yes. And she does an exquisite job, licking and holding it, rubbing it against her face and kissing it, taking my balls in her mouth and massaging them with her tongue and sucking them. You get the picture. She begs me to make her my whore. She begs me to fuck her in ways she’s never been fucked. Her pierced nipples? I insisted on that – not a request, not something I’d “like to see”, but a must-do.  “But of course I obey,” she said.  I wanted her to do it in such a way that you just thought it was cool, even if it was different, for your wife. And the braid? I know – like something a pioneer girl would wear. But I told her I wanted her like that today. You see, usually, she ties her hair back with an elastic when she sucks my cock, but today I wanted her to wear the braid all day, so people might comment on it, and it would remind her constantly of how I value her skills as a cocksucker, which I have taught her. You probably noticed she’s a good cocksucker. The only difference is that with you I insist she spits. With me she swallows. She was a natural. I have a whole collection of these pictures. She’s gotten good at it. Have a good day.