1. My Saintly Wife Rehabilitates Reform School Sinners


    Date: 11/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cuckold, Interracial, Older Female / Males, Author: willingwimp, Rating: 46.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Trudy likes for me to dress in a sort of maid/waitress outfit for dinner as she wants to establish in the mind of the young African-American guests that they do not have to regard me as an authority figure, so they will not be intimidated, but be able to learn how to take command and tell a white man what to do. I think Trudy also has little confidence in my ability not to spill things and insists that I wear an apron as well. The apron she requires me to wear is pink and frilly and has big bow that ties in the back. Underneath, she has me wear a blouse and a short skirt with a bit of a petty coat underneath that. I figure that Scotsmen wear kilts and I am not wearing this outside, so if Trudy thinks this is the best thing to help our guests' self esteem, who am I to question it? Because skirts and hairy legs do not look good together, Trudy also has me shave my legs, which actually I enjoy doing now whenever I shower. Getting back to the story, Trudy puts on her evening gown for dinner, a skin tight silky dress with a plunging neckline that shows her deep cleavage and a slit from the hem that comes up to her hip. The gown is beautiful but too revealing to be worn in public, so I understand that she welcomes the opportunity to wear it in the privacy of our home, and, of course, I love to see her in it. She usually accentuates the evening gown with long, sparkling earrings and a fresh application of red lipstick and blue eye shadow. I think it unfortunate that Hakeem and the ...
    other young men had no comparable formal wear for the evening, so the two look like quite a mismatched pair. But Hakeem does wear the silk kimono robe that I laid out for him after his bath. That is it. He wears nothing else. In fact, while in the house the the remainder of the weekend, he only wore the silk kimono robe, and most of the time he didn't even bother to tie it in the front, so everything--and I mean EVERYTHING--would flap around all weekend. I couldn't help but notice that Hakeem has quite a bit to flap. In fact, when he walks, his dick, which is much blacker in color than his dark skin, swings back and forth like a wild pendulum. I have to confess that it makes me envious. Here I am a grown man, and my little knobby dickie doesn't swing at all because there's really nothing to swing. Sorry, I keep digressing. Back to what the reader is really interested in, dinner. I was proud of my cooking and how much Hakeem could eat. Trudy also ooohed and aaahed over his big appetite and admired how he could eat so much and yet have such a sleek, muscular build, whereas she pointed out that I eat like a bird but have a paunch. After dinner, Trudy let me eat any of the leftovers from her and Hakeem's plates while I am washing the dishes and tidying up. She always leaves something really nice for me. I love her so much. After dinner, Trudy and Hakeem retired into our TV room where they finished off a second bottle of wine, made themselves comfortable on the sofa, and watched ...
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