A couple of days after we first met, I was leaving the pub that she worked in. She said ‘Where are you going?’I said ‘Home. Where should I be go...ng?’‘In my knickers.’So that’s where I went. Somehow together we built a great life in climbing paradise. We’ve become models of middle class respectability. She’s left a reputation for promiscuity well behind her. Since she met me she’s been (in her words) ‘One hundred percent monogamous’. I ditched drink and d**gs years ago. We have great jobs. We. When she opened it, 4 more young black men walked in. As they moved past her, they all grabbed her tits, ass or pussy. She went back to the living room and Josh said, "This is the new white married slut I told you about. She'll fuck anyone I tell her too, and that's her husband. He wants to give her to a superior black man, so she won't be sexually deprived anymore. Isn't that right slut?"I said, "Yes master, I will fuck or suck any black cock you want me to. I need black cock now, and that's. She's looking down at me, her big eyes fixing me in my chair as she's lightly waved Didi and Danielle up, and they're now standing at either side of my chair, the three of them so close to me I can start to feel my cock swell and a charged feeling in my gut--adrenaline and arousal that I'm fighting to hide. "Girls, this is a fairly bold fundraiser." As I swivel my head to look at each girl, Maggie sets her hand down driectly in front of me and weights it, shifting that shoulder higher, her. For all their self-righteousness, white men and colored women had been having sex since before American slavery existed and if you were to believe the rumors, there were white women who preferred to sleep with colored men. She wondered why. Except for the obvious color difference, there was no difference. Her sister Eliza had told her that. Even the great Thomas Jefferson was said to take his wife’s colored half-sister as his mistress. And… it was illegal. She wondered if it would ever change..