Short Stories of my Wife:

Before we married my wife had a tattoo of vines and flowers over her creamy, white left breast. She confessed they were covering up the name of a former lover. She confessed he was a black man who was in the Marines at the time.

"You tattooed the name of a black man on your flesh!?" I raged indignantly.

"Yes." She replied softly.

In my petulance I made her remove the tattoos before we could get married. She complied. I use to kiss deeply the area of the tattoo before the removal was complete. I had to admit it aroused me knowing my wife had been fucking a black man. I imagined him having a big, black cock and that she worshiped it and him. But this I could or would never confess to her.

One day I asked her why she had done it.

"I was very young and very stupid. I thought I was in love. I thought he was." She said softly. He had jilted her without a word.

But truth laid elsewhere within her, but she kept that from me, and stored it deep inside of her hidden fever for black men...

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