So My Wife Wants Black Dick

My name is Nicholas Atman, and I'm a computer network engineer for a very prestigious company in
the Southeast (It's not important in which state or anything). My wife, Sarah, has been very loving
for the duration of our twenty-year marriage, but lately, something has changed with her.

We met in our senior year of High School, and fell in love so desperately that nothing could keep us
apart. I refused to marry her until I could support us both, but together we worked hard and
eventually we tied the knot. A few years later, we were blessed by a little bundle of joy we named
Jessica. Yes, our family was growing steadily, and so was the love.

Every night I've managed to satisfy Sarah sexually at least twice in a row, and because my stamina is
so high, we've managed to do it five times straight once or twice. I wasn't surprised when we had a
son, named Derek, shortly afterwards. But my point is, I figured I had been doing everything possible
to service my lovely wife, but later on I found out such was not the case.

Every night after I drifted off into a rock-like slumber (I found out this started somewhere after our
tenth year anniversary) my wife would sneak out and go to ALL BLACK bars looking for action.

Needless to say, when I found this out I was in for a bit of a shock. I hadn't imagined my wife had
been anything less than purely devoted to me! But when my friend, Jeremy, had told me he'd seen
her hanging on three black men in downtown, I began to have my doubts.

One night, after we'd had sex three times for a total of four hours, I pretended to fall fast asleep.
After what seemed to be five minutes, Sarah crept out of bed and began dressing. I could feel my
insides burning with rage, but I calmed the flames momentarily. Perhaps she had a good reason to
be sneaking out, like maybe she was going to surprise our kids and me somehow. My reasoning was
the last attempt of a broken heart to sort things out.

When I heard the front door open and close, I threw on a pair of jeans and a white-tee shirt and
bolted out the door, grabbing my leather trench coat as I went.

When Sarah got into my car (an Acura Legend) and pulled out of the driveway, I made my way to the
family car she often used (a mini-van) and gave chase.

Sure enough, our destination was downtown, and we made our way to a bar called "THE COAL
BURNER." I was disgusted to find it was a bar intended for white women to pick up black men and
vice versa. I'm not racist at all, but the fact my WIFE of twenty years was doing this made me
smolder with rage.

I attempted to follow her in through the front door, but the bouncer, a huge black man, stopped me.
"Hold on, Honky, this club isn’t for you.”

“My wife's in there." I insisted calmly.

"Then she knows what's good for her." The bouncer replied with a smirk.
Shrugging, I made my way around the side. Apparently, the bouncer motioned to his buddy to watch
the door for him, and he followed me around the building. I was examining the structure of the place
when I heard him call out to me.

"Man, you don't get it, do ya?" He shouted at me. "You ain't welcomed here, you an' yer racist
bullshit. Git th'hell outta here, crackah."I walked calmly over to him, shrugging. "I guess you're right.
I am pretty damned racist. Well, in that case, you better step aside, mister.”

“Mister!? You patronizing me, boy?!”

“No, now I am insulting you, you low-class, uneducated, scumbag of a human being. Get your black
ass out of my face before I have to shove my white foot up it."

Apparently, the bouncer took that as an insult and sent his huge fist my way. I deftly moved to one
side and sent my fist on a collision course with his balls. Before he could finish doubling over in pain,
I grabbed his genitals, pulled him down farther, and slammed my fist square in his left temple.
Needless to say, he was out like a light.

"Call me a honky, will you?" I said, cracking my knuckles, and resumed my inspection of the wall.

Before long, I found a way to climb up a series of fire-exits and enter a window on the third floor. I
slipped into a room and heard familiar moans of pleasure. Instantly, the lights went on, and I saw a
huge black man pausing his fuck to glare angrily at me. Beneath him was a young woman I
recognized from my work. I sighed at them. "Linda, isn't Robert expecting you back at home?" She
didn't take that comment very well, and her black "stud" got up to beat my ass.

"Listen, I'm just here to find my wife." I said calmly. "Now relax before you end up like the bouncer
out there.”

“You beat up Ty?" The black man snarled, his large hands curling into fists. I nodded. "Yeah. He
called me a 'honky' and a 'racist.'“

“You are! All white men are!" The man hissed, lunging at me. I sidestepped again, and brought out of
my trench coat a little butterfly knife I'd had for some time and brought with me in case things got
ugly. They didn't come much uglier than this guy, so I flipped it out and pointed it at his dick.

"If you don't let me leave this room, I don't let your dick leave, either." I warned. He didn't listen to
me. He charged again, and punched out. I dodged, but he didn't underestimate me this time. He
altered his attack at the last second and smashed me pretty hard in the face. I reeled back, but came
up again, slashing out with my knife. Needless to say, Linda would have to find another black "stud"
since this one was now a eunuch. The man grasped his penis that now spurted blood and looked up
at me. I sighed and walked over to the phone and dialed 911. "Hello, I'm at the 'Coal Burner' club,
and a man decided to attack me, so I fought back. Unfortunately, I cut off his penis and, well, he's
going to need some help or else he'll die. Thank you." I hung up and walked away.

I walked out of the room and instantly the lewd rap music assaulted my ears. The pumping bass and
constant streams of obscenities were enough to make even 2 Live Crew shudder in horror. I went to
a walkway where I could overlook the activities going on, on the dance floor, and found that it
wasn't too hard to spot my wife.
She was dancing in the center with two athletic looking black-men, and the crowd had left a large
space for them to do so. Sarah was practically naked in what she was wearing, a tight fitting tank-
top, a leather mini-skirt, and some knee-high boots. By the end of the dance, all she was wearing
was her boots. The black men weren't much different.

Before long, Sarah was on her knees and taking the first man's member into her mouth (I was
revolted thinking that she wouldn't do that to me unless she was very drunk) and the other one was
taking her from behind. Moaning and thrusting her body in two directions, Sarah got the audience
worked up so much that several men came up and began to jerk off onto her lovely white body.

While I watched this, my body twitched with anger. I felt a hand laid itself on my shoulder and clutch
hard. I took it as an unfriendly gesture (also known as ASSAULT) and sent my right hand slamming
into the person's stomach without even knowing who it was.

As I watched in silent rage, Sarah and the two men who were fucking her came hard and loud. I
thought I could hear them over the rap. The others, excited by the sex, came too, showering Sarah
with their semen. Another hand was laid on my shoulder, only this time another pair grabbed my
wrists and bound them with handcuffs. I turned and without thinking, kicked the cop square in the
balls.

When I realized what had happened, I apologized and allowed myself to be escorted out of the club
by the authorities. The cops were all black, since no white cop was stupid enough to go into the club.
The policemen mostly sympathized with me after I told them the story on the ride into the station,
and said they would have done the same thing if they'd been in my shoes.

I spent a few hours in jail for assault on a police officer (he didn't press charges though, since he was
a reasonable man) and called Jeremy, telling him the whole story. I had plenty of money, so I
reimbursed him when he bailed me out of jail.

I stayed at Jeremy and his wife's house for the evening so I wouldn't do anything stupid if I saw Sarah
again. I kept mostly to Jeremy's basement, which had a punching bag and other work-out
equipment. I wasn't awesomely strong, but I kept myself in shape (mostly at Sarah's request).The
next day, I returned having slept not at all in the past 24 hours. Under normal circumstances I would
have been going mad, but I was so full of hate I could do nothing but confront Sarah immediately. I
sat down at the breakfast table and smiled to my wife, our 18 year old daughter, and our 16 year old
son. They all looked at me in bewilderment, then finally Sarah spoke.

"Honey, where have you been?" She asked. "I went out to get some bacon and eggs for breakfast
this morning and when I came back you were gone!”

“'Coal Burner.'" I said, and Sarah looked as if she'd seen a ghost. I needed to say no more.

Derek looked at me in surprise, for the first time noticing the huge bruise on my forehead. Jessica
slightly giggled, and I glared angrily at her. Only twice in their lives had I given them any real anger
(when Jessica had wrecked her car while giving her boyfriend a blowjob and when Derek had been
torturing the cat) and they realized that this was a serious matter."Ahm, children, why don't you go
watch cartoons. It is Saturday, after all." Sarah said her face pale and dripping with sweat.
Derek and Jessica nodded and ran off to watch TV. I watched them leave, and then turned to my
wife. "Why?" Was all I could ask? I'd been formulating a speech all night, but it dissolved as my pain
and feelings of betrayal took over.

Sarah stammered something, but I wasn't paying attention. I knew it was bullshit. She was half-
denying something, and half-admitting to something else. "Cut the shit, Miss Carter." I said, using
her maiden name. When I said that, tears began to well up in her eyes. "Why did you do this to me
and how long have you been doing it?"

I found out that every other night for the past five years she had been fucking around exclusively
with black men. As the truth spilled from her lips, I grasped a silver-spoon so hard it snapped. I
placed it down, and picked up a fork. Her excuse was that I didn't satisfy her after she'd had her first
black cock, and that the excitement of the cheating was so great! She told me how they made her
feel like she was special and tons of other ridiculous theories as to why she's been cheating on her
loving husband for five years.

Half-way through her argument, I stood up and told her to shut her mouth. "I want a divorce." I said
with all the strength in the world. "I want the house, I want the kids, and you can have
compensation for the things YOUR paycheck bought us. I don't think the judge would have any
problems with my solution."

Sarah ran away crying. I just sat at the breakfast table for some time until my children came in.
"Daddy, why is mom crying?" Derek asked.

"Did you hurt her?!?" Jessica demanded, slamming her hands onto the table

."No way!" Derek shouted. "Dad wouldn't do that!" The young boy got in his sister's face; his fists
balled up and ready to fight.

"Don't fight with your sister now, Derek." I said, sorrow filling my voice. "You two will need to be
strong for each other now. Your mother and I are getting divorced.”

“WHAT?!" The siblings shouted in unison. "NO WAY!"

They both demanded to know whose idea it was, and I said it was mine, because I felt it just wasn't
working out. I didn't want to ruin Sarah's name to her children that would be petty.

Of course they were both upset, and reasonably so. Still, I just excused myself and left the house for
a while

.I spent the entire day at a gym boxing with a few of my friends until I heard someone angrily shout
my name. "NICK!" It sounded like a black man, and my God, I'd heard enough and seen enough of
them for a while, not to be racist but this was still a shock to me.

I turned and saw the two men from the club last night who'd fuck Sarah. They climbed into the ring,
and I noticed one of them had a metal chain and the other had brass knuckles. "You cutting' us off?"
One of them demanded

."Cutting you off? I don't quite understand." I said, leaning into one of the corners of the ring.
"Yeah, if you divorce Sarah, we don't get no mo' of yo' money from her! We don't want dat!" The
man explained while he twirled his chain. "You best stay hitched, if you know what's good fo'ya!”

“Go fuck your mothers." I said, sighing wearily

."We gonna fuck you up, den we gonna fuck yo' old lady. We gonna fuck her nice an' good." The one
with the brass knuckles said, advancing.

Before they could take one step forward, I heard the cock of a shotgun. I looked past the two men,
and there was Mikey, the owner of the gym (who just happened to be black)."You fellas might have
a problem with Nick, here, but if either one of you touch him, I swear to God I'll come after you
myself."

The one with the chain briefly gave Mikey some bullshit about me raping one of his little girls.
"Bullshit!" I yelled, getting angry all of a sudden. "You two have been fucking my wife! It should be
me coming to kick your asses, but I prefer to deal with things in a more civilized manner."

Mikey stepped back, not moving his gun for an instant. "You two been fuckin' Nick's wife? Boy, if I
were you I'd be damn glad I came together and had weapons.”

“What 'cho mean, you Uncle Tom Mutha-fucka?" Brass-knuckles asked.

I saw Mikey's face twitch at the insult. "I MEAN, you arrogant nigger, that if it was just one on one,
Nick would wipe the floor with your asses. And you know the truth; I'd like to see it, too. You two
give black people a bad name!”

“'Zat so?" Chain asked."Zat's so!" Mikey said in his best Uncle Tom voice.

"Me first." Said Brass Knuckles as he dropped his weapon.

Chain walked to the side of the ring and waited. "Don't beat him too quick! I want some, too!" Chain
shouted.

Mikey got up in Chain's face pretty quick after that remark. "This is one on one, nigger." Mikey spit.
"You try an' help your friend out, and I'll beat the black off of you!"

That being said, Knuckles and I went at it. He was pretty good, and managed to sock me a few times,
mostly in the stomach. But I could tell he was relying on his fists too much, and since this was
Almost-Anything-Goes, I threw a punch to place him off balance, then swept his legs out from under
him. He hit the floor pretty hard, and I backed off.

He came at me again, and to make a long story short (TOO LATE!) I wailed on him.

Beaten and bruised, Knuckles crawled over to Chain and tagged him "in". I stretched a bit, then
continued the fight. If I hadn't been weary from another fight, I might have done better. Chain
proved to be much better than Knuckles, and in the long run, beat me almost senseless. Being the
honorable winner he was, he kicked me in the ribs, spat on me, then told me I'd better not divorce
Sarah.
As the two turned to walk away, Mikey raised his shotgun one last time and demanded their wallets.
He told them he could keep their money, but their ID's were his. With a shotgun in their faces, they
agreed, and took two wads of money out of their respective wallets.

Mikey came over to me, helped me to the infirmary, and bandaged me up. I told the whole story to
the guys who surrounded me, giving them all the gut-wrenching details. I found out each one of
them sided with me, and they all promised to help in any way possible. I told them I was going to
deal with this, but I knew where to find them if I needed anything.

I came home late, and found my sister, wife, and daughter sitting at the table, all talking to each
other and drinking coffee. I came and sat down and looked at my sister.

"So I guess you know the news, huh?" I asked

."What happened to you, daddy?" Jessica asked.

"Two of mommy's 'friends' came and tried to beat some sense into me." I said, still padding my head
with a damp towel. "I don't think they succeeded.”

“Yes, Nick, I know the news. You are divorcing Sarah because she wants to fuck black men."

I glared at Nancy, my sister, in horror. "Not in front of my daughter!" I hissed.

"Oh, I know daddy!" Jessica said happily. "I'm glad mommy finally came around!"

I turned and looked at my daughter in shock. "What did you say?"

Sarah moved between Jessica and me. "You're not going to hit her like you hit Wallace, are you?!?"
She snarled.

"Wallace?" I asked. "Which one was he, Knuckles or Chain?”

“What?" "Yeah, one of them came at me with Brass Knuckles, the other one had a chain. I beat the
one with Brass Knuckles pretty badly, but Chain hit me with a few very cheap shots then kicked me
while I was down. Charming men, I can see why you like them."

Sarah sighed. "They're very deep and sensitive if you got to know them." She defended them even
now. I hated her very much at this moment.

"They just..." I was about to say, 'They just want to fuck you, you stupid slut!' but Jessica was right
there and I didn't want to disrespect her mother. "They're animals, pure and simple. If you want
them, fine, you can have them, but you can't have me, too.”

“But I still love you, Nick, that's why I'm still here!" My wife said, wrapping her arms around me."

Nope. You're still here because you want my money. Those funds that went missing lately are how
they paid for their shiny new Impalas, right? And don't you dare lie to me." I pried myself from her
grip.

Sarah began crying, and Jessica moved to defend her mother. "How can you say such things,
daddy!?" She cried. "I... I don't want you to be my daddy anymore!"
Those words cut like a hot knife throughout every square inch of my body and soul. My daughter just
denounced me because my wife was a slut. I let the damp towel fall from my limp fingers and
swayed slightly in my chair. How could this be happening.

"Just because mommy likes black dicks doesn't mean you have to treat her like this! I know how she
feels!”

“Jessica..." I gasped.

"I know how it feels to be held in the arms of a powerful black man."

"Jessica!”

“I know how it feels," She continued, sensing my distress and enjoying it, "To feel his huge cock
inside of me, tearing me in two, then to feel his spunk shoot out into my little...”

“JESSICA!!" I roared, slamming my fist into the table. I felt a hand slap across my face, and turned to
find it was my sister who'd done so. "If only you knew how they, how WE, feel about this, Nick!" Her
words hit home, too. Nancy, too, was a part of this. "If only you were black, maybe your wife and
daughter would still love you."

I was speechless. I simply sat there in my chair while my wife cried, my daughter tried to comfort
her, and my sister berated me. What the hell was going on!?Finally, Sarah spoke. She said that
Wallace and Aron (Aron was the other gentleman who used the chain) had told her that she had the
power in this situation, and that she could sue me for everything I had. They helped her come up
with her demands for us to stay married, otherwise the divorce would take everything I had.1) I was
not allowed to fuck Sarah or any other girl. If I was horny, I could jack off.2) Wallace and Aron were
to live in the house, and I was to move to the guest quarters.3) I was to act as a maid, servicing
Sarah, Jessica, and both Aron and Wallace.4) Derek was to learn how to properly respect black
men, which meant worshiping them and allowing them complete control over him.5) I was to
transfer all my funds to a bank account controlled by Wallace, Aron, and Sarah.

There were more, but I didn't feel like listening to them all. The bitches had even created a contract
for me to sign. My signature consisted of taking the contract and shoving it into my back pocket. I
told the girls I would think about it, but needed to be by myself.

As I staggered out of the kitchen, I heard giggling. As I moved closer, I found the three women
laughing at me. "Oh, he's so damned wimpy! This is the best thing we've ever done to him!" Sarah
said, wiping the mock-tears from her eyes.

"Yeah, Nicky is a wimp, isn't he, mommy?”

“Yes, Jessica. All white-boys are wimps. You should remember that.”

“I can't believe he's my brother."

Moving as silently as possible, I went and got the camcorder from my room and began taping the
spectacle. They weren't even aware I was recording their plans on what they would do when
Wallace and Aron moved in. They even planned on turning me into a woman!
I decided to even use the camcorder to record the orgy the three woman had when the two black
men brought over some of their friends.

That night, I sat outside and looked up at the stars. My daughter, my sister, and my wife had all
turned on me and plotted against me. In my hands and in my pocket I held the evidence for that.

"Dad, you're not a wimp, are you?" Derek said from behind me.

I turned to him, my eyes welling with tears. "You don't think so, do you, son?" I asked him.

"I don't know." He said, sitting next to me. "I don't even know if I'M a wimp.”

“I've been betrayed, Derek." I said simply. "By my wife, your sister, and my sister. The bonds of love
and blood have been severed by their lust. I know what's going to happen, and it's going to be hard,
but we have to stand by our convictions to the very end, even if it means us dying.

"No one who does what his heart tells him to do is a wimp. No one who stands up for himself is a
wimp." I looked at him and, for really the first time, I was glad I could see myself in him. I knew he
was mine, no matter what. I knew he was beside me. "Neither one of us are."

I did what my heart told me to do.

The judge's hammer hit the desk, and I smiled to myself. I turned, looking at Derek, my son, Jeremy,
my best friend, and Rick, Nancy's husband, who all nodded at me and smiled. I stood up, then looked
straight at Aron and Wallace, who glared angrily at me. I'd beat them this time without having to
raise a fist. Beside them, Jessica and Sarah wept. They would have to work now, since their new
supporters weren't nearly as rich as I was.

"Now, for the case of Nancy and Rick Norman." The judge said, announcing the next divorce case.

I walked over to Derek, put my hand on his shoulder, and smiled. "Come on, son, let's go home.”

“I'm going to miss mom and Jessica." He said, his face streamed with tears.

"You can see them, if you want." I offered.

"No way! The way they hurt you and used you! How could I?!"I smiled. I still had my number-1 fan.

As we walked out of the court-room, I heard Wallace shout my name. "Hey Nicky! This ain't over!"
He shouted.

Wallace and Aron charged towards me, and before they could pull their guns out, Mikey and a
policeman (Bob, Linda's husband) beat the living shit out of them. I urged Derek to not watch, since
the scene was pretty gruesome.

Derek and I drove home in the Impala we'd won from the case. My attorney had traced the funds
from my bank account into the two men's', and the judge agreed it was only fair I get my money
back.

Years later, my new wife Laura, our first child Susan, and my son Derek sat together as a family
watching television. The news was saying something about a drug-house that had been seized by the
police and condemned. In the background, Derek and I saw Wallace, Aron, Sarah, Jessica, and Nancy
all running from the building as the police stormed in. The women weren't dressed very well,
appeared very gaunt, and were all pregnant. The next day I alone went to the building, and noticed a
small series of card-board-boxes set up in an alleyway. I went over to investigate and noticed that it
was the family that had started when my old family had ended.

I glared at Sarah, then flipped her a five-dollar bill. She yelped for joy (perhaps not recognizing me)
and she and the other began plotting their use for their new income. I sighed and walked away,
forever shutting out my racist wife, daughter, and sisters' existences and returning to my new family
and better life