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Leroy's Wife
by TJ Ryder (address withheld)

***

Here's a store that Rush Limbaugh could get off on, 
chalk full of racial stereotypes. In this story a black 
guy does his white wife in front of his white buddy 
from work. (MMF, intr, voy, work)

***

Having a black buddy like Leroy Washington is kind of 
odd for a white guy like me. Not because I'm racist or 
anything, but because he works the loading dock at my 
company where I'm a systems analyst. Plus he's in his 
forties and I'm just a couple years out of college. 
He's also a huge muscular ex semipro ball player and 
I'm 5'6 and skinny. So how is it we get along you might 
ask?

Simple, were both inveterate home remodelers. I worked 
as a carpenter through school and now do volunteer work 
building homes for people on weekends, and Leroy 
sometimes volunteers, more likely gets paid minimum to 
do it. Six months ago I went through 3 people trying to 
find someone who knew how to finish hardwood floors 
before Leroy worked with me. 

I think its a great way to empty my mind after work, 
and Leroy and I both have the same attitudes to the 
job, so we began hanging out at lunch, going over the 
weekend assignments, arranging for material pickups. I 
was thinking about starting up a remodeling company on 
the side, getting a 1 ton truck, and then, well, I met 
his wife. Well I'm getting ahead of myself here.

Now I had known Leroy had a white wife, you know, 
office gossip. And it was, well, obvious that Leroy was 
a good looking, albeit not too bright black man. 6'5" 
of hard muscle and good steady worker. But his wife was 
supposedly one of those liberal activist types. 

Turns out she was a local college teacher, divorced and 
with a daughter. Leroy was separated too, had custody 
of 3 boys from a black woman he had left when she had 
turned to drugs. He proudly showed me their pictures, 
and the three huge muscular grinning teenagers looked 
like him.

We got to talking one Saturday afternoon over a few 
beers waiting for a first coat of stain to dry on some 
maple wainscoting, just as a couple white coeds swished 
by the open window of the empty unit we were doing; and 
we both looked at their shapely bottoms swaying.

"Mmmmmm, yeaahhh," Leroy grinned, his long tongue 
running over his huge lips.

"Yeah, fine all right." One of the girls, a blonde, 
smiled at us, or I think more likely at Leroy, who 
grinned and waved. And for the first time since we 
first met I saw him a little uncomfortable with me.

"Say, Tom," he said, a little hesitantly, "Ah links 
workin' wicha an all so, don't take this wrong, but you 
knows ah gots a white wife?" I grinned and said sure. 
He seemed relieved.

"That's good man. Ah just didn't want to, you know... 
cuz some white folks feel like that stuff be bad an 
all."

"Hey don't worry about it, man. It doesn't mean 
anything to me."

"That's de way ah feel too, man." And after that we 
found we could talk about women. Being single living in 
Jackson that was a whole new food group to digest and 
after a couple of weeks we could talk about anything at 
all, blacks, whites, pussy, niggers and crackers, 
rednecks and sambos. I don't think Leroy and I this 
agreed about anything except the Celtics and the 
Falcons. 

We were doing pretty good working together and then I 
met his wife. It turns out he's married to this fine 
blonde fox who works at the local college's black 
studies department, so of course she's beyond liberal 
and all, even besides marrying a black guy. Normally 
Leroy and I meet at the job site and he drives a panel 
type van, and I take my pickup. 

The pickup's handier for 4x8 sheets of stuff and 
awkward type loads, and the van is better for stuff 
that might get stolen or wet in the rain. Anyway, we're 
taking a lunch break when this sports car pulls up, and 
out gets this drop-dead blonde dish, maybe mid 
thirties. She's got this big smile, and low cut type 
sheer blouse that shows her big firm braless breasts 
swaying slightly, and this short skirt and heels.

She's also wearing some fine jewelry so I know she's 
got money on her own. I'm surprised that Leroy puts his 
hamburger down, and grins at her, and as he stands up, 
arranges his meat in his workpants. It was kind of hot 
so we both had taken off our shirts, and his muscular 
ebony torso was kind of sweaty.

"Hey babe," he said, taking her in his huge arms, 
fondling her firm butt cheeks as I watch her big 
breasts flatten against his bare black chest. He 
squeezed her cheeks as I watched his huge tongue slip 
into her sweet full lipped mouth, where she moaned and 
sucked, and then slipped her own pink tongue between 
his full black lips.

"Oooh, darling," she sighed, "you feel glad to see me," 
laughing, as she felt his huge projection, arranging it 
so it stood upright in his jeans, and pressed her belly 
against it.

"C'mon, babe," he said, finally breaking, "Ah wancha to 
meet ma buddy, Tom, ah told you about."

She was flushed and panting, and her slim hand still 
stayed on his huge lump as she smiled at me. "Hi," she 
said, without much interest, "pleased to meet you," and 
then kissed her husband, "darling, I don't have much 
time for lunch."

Leroy gave me a bawdy wink, and patted her firm bottom, 
and said he had to take a break for a bit. She held 
onto his muscular arm as she walked out to his van, and 
they got in. It was a pretty quiet day, and I could 
hear her squeal with delight, again, again, and moan 
and gasp, as the van kept a steady rocking back and 
forth. I sat there watching and listening, my own hard-
on like hardwood, dripping pre-cum down my leg. 

Finally, I heard the door open, and Leroy and Bambi, 
her name I found out, got out, her legs shapely but 
wobbly shaky. She was kind of flushed herself, as she 
gave him a long lingering kiss, and then surprised me 
by quickly kneeling and kissing each of his feet, 
saying something I couldn't hear as he looked around, 
embarrassed. I couldn't believe it.

When Leroy waved her goodbye and came back in, his huge 
member now soft in his pants, and picked up his half 
eaten hamburger, he shrugged and smiled.

"Hope you don't mind, bro," he said, "she just couldn't 
wait till ah got home," he grinned, "aw, man that clear 
my head, that fo sho! So whatcha think of her, fine 
lookin' woman ain't she?"

I swallowed, "Yeah, um, she's fine all right," I didn't 
want to say I hadn't seen a woman like that in my whole 
life.

"An she gots this sweet teenage blonde daughter even 
sweeter lookin. Maybe ah shouldn't say this, but when 
ah met Bambi, she make it a point to introduce me to 
her daughter, and wants her daughter to meet my teenage 
boys, cuz she say all that radical stuff about de white 
wimmins and de, what she calls, de superior Black male 
an all, stuff all new to me a few years ago." He took a 
few bites, and grinned, "ah don understan' all de 
philosophy stuff an all, but ah sho lahk de idea!" he 
added with a jovial slap on my knee. 

"That's right, ah don pretend to understand her jive, 
but me an mah boys know dere's two fine white babes in 
our house will to do, anythin', an that mean jus that, 
man, anythin' we want at all. Man, that take de 
pressure off, that fo sho!"

I could only smile, and shift my own hard-on all 
afternoon, thinking of it. This became a ritual, Bambi 
arriving at around lunch, sometimes at a coffee break, 
using the van, while I watched it vibrate, listen to 
her moan and cry with joy, and him call her his white 
slut, and then one day he came to work by bus, said his 
van was in the shop. I was wondering what was going to 
happen because she drove a convertible sports car with 
no top even. 

Finally, lunch came, and Leroy was grinning, saying it 
must be lunchtime because not only was he hungry but he 
was gettin' anxious, arranging his python down his leg. 
Like all guys, we talked about sex quite a bit, and 
Leroy confided he needed a lot. He said he needed to 
cum at least two or three times a day, and he winked 
and said he could cum in buckets as long as it took, 
cuz it run in his family. 

His boys were almost as big as he was an they needed it 
too. I daydreamt about his family life, thinking of 
Bambi and that stepdaughter Tiffany in a house with 4 
huge horny black males, and it was a fantasy I had to 
jack off to when I got home.

Anyway, Bambi was running late, said she needed to go 
to some big time conference, and she arrived around 1 
that day. She got out with a smile, said hello to me, 
kissed her husband hungrily, and I noticed she wore a 
business type suit, but her dress only accentuated her 
curves.

She kissed him, fondling him openly now, and whispered 
in his ear, and he nodded with a smile. 

"Ah, say Tom buddy?" he asked. I looked up, putting 
down my power stapler. "Ah, since mah van's in the 
shop, you mind if we use your pickup for a bit?"

I swallowed, stammering no, not at all, and handed him 
the keys. Bambi grinned, and thanked me nicely. "We 
won't be too long, I have to get across town anyway. I 
won't keep him too long, but just long enough," she 
added with a giggle.

I watched her shapely bottom with his huge hand on it 
walk the few steps to my pickup, and wondered how they 
were going to do it. Its big windows didn't provide 
much privacy, and I moved to another window, to get a 
better look, feeling like a real pervert. 

I knew they couldn't see me, but I could see and hear 
them pretty good. They sat there, while she unbuttoned 
his pants, and then, to my surprise, she knelt down 
below the dashboard, kneeling between his legs. He 
groaned, as I saw her blonde head move around his 
crotch, and heard her murmuring.

"OOohhh, yes, darling, mmmmm... (slurp, slurp) ...oh 
yess, so huge!"

"Haw, haw," he groaned, "that's right, bitch, worship 
that niggah meat, lick up that cock drool, haw!"

I watched her lick and kiss his humongous rigid thick 
black shaft until it was shiny with her saliva and his 
cock drool, and then her full red lips slide over the 
knob as he stiffened, grabbing the back rest. Finally I 
knew as her head bobbed up and down that I had to take 
out my own cock, and began stroking it as I watched. 

Oh, man did she ever worship that black cock, and I 
couldn't believe she could deep-throat it, but she did. 
and I had to hold back on pumping my own little weenie 
to orgasm just so I didn't miss anything. 

Finally, he began to shudder, and she squealed with 
pleasure as I knew he was spraying her mouth, spraying 
jet after jet of hot sperm, and she gulped and groaned 
and sucked it all down, finally taking her sweet mouth 
off and catching a dollop in her open mouth. Finally, 
she licked and kissed his genitals clean, and zipped 
him up.

I had creamed myself, not even knowing it, and hastily 
put my drooling cock back in my pants, running back to 
the work area where I was when they arrived, zipping up 
and feeling my own sperm clammy against my skin and 
underwear.

They were coming back inside, and I pretended not to 
notice her kneel down on the hardwood floor we had just 
put in, and kiss each of his feet, and say, "thank you, 
Master" before rising, giving him a quick kiss and 
running off to her sports car.

Leroy saw me then, and shook his head, acting 
embarrassed but I knew he was proud of it. "She allus 
kiss mah feet, ah wish she do it more in private tho, 
it be embarassin."

"Oh," I said, trying to keep my voice normal, "that's 
okay, no problem."

He handed me the keys to my pickup. I had a hard-on 
again, somehow, just thinking of it, but Leroy was 
relaxed and affable as he always was after a good lunch 
and a heavy ball draining.

"Thanks for the loan of the pickup truck, man. We dint 
make no mess, doncha worry none. Ah knows ah told you 
ah cum in buckets, an ah does, but that white woman don 
waste a single drop, no suh. She say it her duty to 
suck it all up an ah pumped lots of white wimmins' 
moufs, but from the first with her she knew how to 
please a black man! She got de softest fullest lips and 
deepest throat that ever worship a big black tool, that 
fo sho! Don know what it is, but her pussy an ass an 
mouth seem to fit just right mah black monster better 
that all de white wimmins ah ever had, an that be 
plenty, man!"

"Um (gulp) no problem, Leroy!"

"Course she ain't always neat. Sometimes she lahk to 
pull off an get sprayed in her face an her fahn white 
titties, an den walk aroun lahk that. But ah don mind 
that none. Mah feelin is if a fahn white woman wants to 
wear a niggah's sperm to show de world, why not!"

"Um, right, why not indeed," I couldn't believe it but 
my cock was seeping again.

"Haw," he said, "we best not be talkin about sex no mo. 
That de trouble wit wimmins. Ah gets to talk, an den 
thinkin, and den ah gots my johnson up again and cain't 
even wait till ah gets home, haw, haw." 

When we moved to our next project on a Saturday, it was 
across town, and from the conversations I heard with 
Leroy on his cell phone, I knew Bambi would be unable 
to visit for lunch, but then around noon he was still 
doing his usual joking around.

"Whoops," he said, "mah balls be full an mah belly 
empty, Tom, must be lunch time. Where we go this time, 
Chinese?"

"There's a good all-you-can-eat buffet at the Rising 
Sun," I mentioned. He said that was good, but for some 
reason he wanted takeout, so I wondered what was going 
on. To tell the truth I was missing watching Bambi suck 
him off, and I loved just gazing at her voluptuous 
curves, and then when we returned with our takeout to 
the jobsite, I saw this other gorgeous thing standing 
there.

It was Tiffany, I gathered at once, as she kissed Leroy 
on his lips, and he introduced us. She was also blonde, 
not as tall as her mother, but even more stacked, with 
her youthful pert breasts unaided by a bra. She wanted 
to look at what we were doing as Tom inhaled his 
Chinese, and I was showing her the stain we were going 
to apply when I noticed Tom's big hand slide over her 
firm shapely bottom.

"We don have much time, sweet cheeks, an you gots to 
get back to school."

She immediately smiled, and kissed him again. Again he 
took the keys to my pickup, and this time I watched Tom 
eat his takeout, while his stepdaughter knelt between 
his legs. 

Well, I'm saying to myself, she's legal age, and 
they're not really related, and he's not her legal 
father and all, all that stuff, but that didn't make 
any difference to the little throbbing cock in my hand, 
and my hoping I would not spray until Tom did, as he 
held the back of her blonde head, and I could hear her 
sighing and slurping and moaning as she worshipped his 
manhood. 

He began to pump her face, finally, as I began cumming 
also in my hand, and she squealed and sucked and 
swallowed, gulp after gulp after sweet gulp, until 
finally she pulled out and he laughed and cursed at 
her, as she got a gob of sperm on her cheek and blouse.

He called to me then, and I hastily zipped up, and 
walked to the pickup, the door was open, and Leroy was 
sitting, his legs spread, his half hard but still 
enormous black cock laying over the seat cover, as she 
was blushing and licking sperm drops off my vinyl near 
his crotch.

"I'm sorry man," Leroy said, "she pulled off an ah gots 
some niggah-juice on yo seat cover. If you got some 
cleaning fluid I'll have her clean it all off."

I was watching her lick up his sperm droplets, and then 
lick and kiss his balls, and was started back to 
reality, "um, no, not a problem, man. Don't bother 
about it."

He grinned, "she give it a good tongue wash anyway, but 
ah gonna paddle her butt tonight for makin' a mess."

He got out and she followed, buttoning her blouse where 
I caught a glimpse of her beautiful firm white 
beauties. She had apparently unbuttoned so she could 
catch his sperm on her face and breasts.

"Now, you apologize to the man, Tiff, fo messin' his 
ride up."

She looked downcast at me, "I'm sorry, sir." I told her 
it was all right, turning sideways to hide my growing 
hard-on in my pants.

"An you wipe yo face an clean yo blouse before you go 
back to school. This ain't no weekend you knows. Yo 
gonna lay across mah lap tonight, honeychild."

To my surprise, she smiled at that, and knelt and 
kissed his feet just like her mother did, and he had to 
move them and order her to get up and get back to 
school. She smiled again at me, buttoning her blouse.

"It was very nice meeting you sir, and I'm sorry about 
your seat, but I licked it as clean as I could."

Leroy still wasn't satisfied, and looked at his watch, 
"Yo best be gettin' back to school, you cheap white 
slut," he said affectionately. "Here," he said, 
reaching for his wallet, "ah knows you miss lunch but 
you can buy something on the way."

She smiled, and raised on her toes to kiss him on his 
huge lips, "You know you already gave me the best lunch 
a girl could want, daddy. But, could I use the bathroom 
and change my panties before I go back to school?"

Leroy gave her a playful slap on her shapely buttocks, 
"Whacha mean not wearin' clean underwear, sweet cheeks? 
That earnin' you another paddlin fo sho!"

"Oh daddy," she protested, "you know I came in mine 
while I sucked you like I always do, but I brought a 
extra pair in my purse." Leroy grinned, and swatted her 
firm bottom again, a little harder, as she arched her 
bottom to him, enjoying it.

After she walked out to catch a bus, Leroy saw me 
watching her retreating backside.

"Yeah, she fahn, like her mother, but she don't know 
how to act right yet. She got this habit of sucking 
half a Black man's load and wanting to wear de rest on 
her face and her big tits, and normally she be much 
neater dan that. Ah don allow her to go to school lahk 
that and she pissed at me. Tonight that sweet young ass 
be naked an layin' across mah lap in de TV room while 
ah have a beer an reach fo mah paddle." 

The thought made him laugh and my cock throb, stuck in 
an awkward angle in my workpants.

"Haw, haw, trouble is she lahk that too much for a 
punishment, just like her mom, knawmean?"

I could only just nod, my face was red and my just 
sprayed cock was as usual, hard and dripping again, and 
all afternoon all I could think about was her, and then 
when I used the same bathroom, wondering if I could 
just jack off again, I saw her white lace bikini 
panties, and picked up the damp sheer cotton. 

Inhaling her sweet fragrance, I groaned, locked the 
door, hearing Leroy work a floor below me, and pumped 
my clammy cock once again. Leroy's women were making me 
crazy and perverted! On top of which Leroy mentioned to 
me a couple of times his 'stepgirl' Tiffany liked me 
and wouldn't mind going out.

That was real weird, knowing that and knowing what I 
had seen them do, and just imagining what their home 
life must be like.

"Course," he had said while we were taking a break from 
hanging a ceiling and a cute coed strolled by, smiling 
at him, breaking our train of thought, "Tiff's a lot 
like her mother, you know, about dating white and 
humpin' black, knamean? But, so long as it don't bother 
you none, she's a great gal."

After a couple more weeks I couldn't take it any more 
and I called Tiffany up for a date.

END

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