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Click hereMarried three years, my pretty, petite wife Tori turned into a size queen slut. She had found a substitute high school teaching gig after our second daughter was born and somehow saw what the seniors on the basketball team were packing. She then employed her other senses. Everyone was over 18; no one got locked up.
Yes, they were Black. Only one white guy was on the team, after all, but he had a crazy jealous girlfriend, so he missed out. I don't know if Tori had a thing for Black guys. Never asked, and she never said. I do know the stories about Black guys and the purported size of their equipment, but I have no evidence to validate or challenge the premise generally. I do know, however, that the guys that she fooled around with were each over six and a half feet tall. To paraphrase Young Frankenstein, it goes without saying, therefore, that they would probably also have enormous Schwanzstuckers and would be very popular, whatever their races.
So, rather than be a mommy to our two-year-old and one-year-old daughters, she bailed on us, travelling to college with three guys who had basketball scholarships and was probably very popular with them and their teammates. She signed and returned the divorce papers without a peep. I kept everything that she left, selling most of it. I also kept the house.
I was annoyed, of course, and maybe a bit angry, but the story was so ridiculous that I had trouble staying mad about it. Until now.
Now, two-plus years after she left, and nearly two years after the divorce, she wanted to visit the girls. I had full custody, but Tori threatened to get a court order unless I let her see them.
Inga, my blonde Austrian au pair, helped me prepare. I don't know what I would have done without her after Tori left. From the moment I first saw her, I imagined her in a dirndl that I could rip off to Anschluss her Brenner Pass. But I restrained myself. I needed childcare, and my mother could not help more than she already did.
When Tori arrived, Inga let her in. I did not get up from my chair to greet her. Tori looked shy, which is hard to do when your arms, legs, and neck are covered with new, garish tattoos, all revealed by her sundress and sandals.
I cut off her attempt to chit-chat, telling her I did not want to hear a single word from her slut mouth, other than what she said to the girls. She looked at me with shock but kept quiet. I read my iPad while we waited.
Inga brought the girls in. They did not remember this lady with the drawings on her body and began to cry. Tori was heart-broken, but what did she expect? Mommy Inga calmed the girls.
Mommy Inga. When the girls, who were almost Irish twins, first called her mommy on the same day, Inga nearly lost her Scheisse. I had controlled my male urges, but hearing herself called mommy kicked up Inga's oxytocin levels. She climbed naked onto my lap that night as soon as she got the girls to bed. Seems she viewed me as a heroic figure, struggling to be a good daddy. I discovered that her hills were alive and that she would happily dress in a dirndl, if I wanted.
Tori almost wept at the girls' reaction, but clearly did not want to give me the satisfaction, so she sucked it in. Inga whispered in the girls' ears, and they ran off.
"They want to show you something," Inga told Tori.
Inga then offered Tori some juice and small sandwiches that she said the girls had helped make. Tori seemed grateful and started munching a sandwich. That is when I noticed how thin she was. She was always slight, but she was almost gaunt now. Maybe that was why she was back. She began eating another sandwich.
The girls returned then, each holding two kittens to show the crayon-covered lady. Tori sat back in the chair, her face a mask of horror, and gasped.
The girls saw the reaction and stopped, scared.
Oh, that's right. I forgot that Tori was badly allergic to cats. Recently, we had been fostering two mama cats and their litters. The cats fascinated the girls. We worked through introducing the two broods to each other so that they would not fight. There were ten kittens total, and they ran all over the place, mixing without any problem. Each mama found her own little corners of solitude and left the other in peace. Tori's allergy had slipped my mind when I volunteered to foster, which was coincidentally when I heard that she was coming to visit. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
Inga then asked, "Would you like another peanut butter and Nutella sandwich?"
Tori's horrified look became panicked.
Oh, I forgot again. She also had a severe peanut allergy. Anaphylactic shock severe. Inga had not thought to ask me, and I had not thought to tell her. We could both swear to that, if needed. The cat allergy made Tori's breathing difficult. The peanut allergy made it nearly impossible.
Honestly, it was hard to remember all this stuff after so long.
Inga took the easily distracted girls away to play with the kittens, weird lady forgotten.
Hives covered Tori's arms and face as she plucked off the cat hair that had been on the sofa. She began gasping and reached for her purse. I grabbed it. It had an EpiPen injector inside. I removed it, closed the purse, and threw the purse out the front door. I then dragged Tori out after it. When she was on the porch, I armed the injector and jabbed her in the thigh. It would probably bruise.
Her breathing back close to normal, I said, "You might want to think twice about coming back."
I went inside and closed the door.
Tori eventually picked herself up and stumbled away.
Inga hugged up against my back.
"Is she gone?"
I nodded.
Maybe I was more than a bit angry.
Tori never came back, but we kept a couple of cats just in case.
HILARIOUS!!!
Please post more like this, despite the naysayers opinions.
Get over yourselves, people. It's a story. If you didn't like it, ask for your money back.
Sorry, but I had to give it a three because the character is so despicable.
I wouldn't want this kind of story to become popular!
This character is a shit, if you know what anaphylaxis is, this guy is an attempted murderer twice.
I have to give it to author for a new approach, but I just disapprove of this as entertainment
My choice
The "Loving" in "Loving Wives" isn't meant to be literal. Any Inter-Racial sex happens "off camera," not really that relevant.
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I'm no expert on female anatomy, but I would expect that a petite woman would have a relatively small vagina, and wouldn't need a big cock to feel full.
Anonymous, it's a shitpost and a humor story, constrained by the fact that if the protagonist went any farther people would think he was a psychopath.
A teacher Fucking a student still lands them in jail even if they are over 18.
Gave it a 4 for the impact of the writing--which was terribly depressing regarding all concerned (except Inga).
Stopped reading at coalburner .
Still gave it a decent rating cause I love your other works
The size queen would have no interest in two young ladies unless one or both possessed an extraordinarily large clit.
This was such an amazing BTB worth 10 stars, but you had to go ruin it by quoting "sound of music", which unfortunately nets you immediate -20 star penalty.
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@anon - no parent was banned. An egg donor who had ZERO interest in the kids' well being was encouraged not to bring chaos and pain into the kids' world. It's called good parenting. Ever considered that she was likely HIV positive and shouldn't have been within 10 feet of anyplace the kids could touch? Nope, and neither did the heartless slut.
What is it with the ridiculous tattoos and BBC sluts. They’re all over Twitter and Reddit.
I applaud the concept and the writing, find distasteful the idea that a parent (any parent) might be banned for life from visiting their child(ren).
MLJ
The sandwich was a bit over the top. She ate the whole sandwich and didn't realize?
Anyway, great job.
The biggest improvement possible for this humorous little gem? Cut out the racist shit. Otherwise,
Keep 'em comin'.
I'm curious do you have a happy home life? Don't answer, I'm sure you do, I smiled all the way thru that one. Your 750's were all good to.
Ignore the haters. Awesome short. Keep writing, maybe go for longer stuff, I like the way you think.