User: LuvBlk

I am deeply in love with my wife. Who has elected to be a housewife. I am 23 and white. She is 18 and a gorgeous milk chocolate black girl who can be and is when the need is there a perfect Trophy Wife with manners and etiquette suitable for meeting the Queen even while having a butt plug firmly planted in her sweet bum and a virbrator keeping her nice and hot, all without panties. She can just as easily be my Black ghetto ho, nasty and skanky or my devoted slave $%!@.

She is an old fashioned girl at heart. Taking pride and emense joy in providing me with a spotless house, clean clothes and a loving, devoted, hot and obedient wife. I am the Head of the House, all the decisions are mine and my word is law. I spank her naked $%!@ as punishment or just to maintain her good behavior and to remind her that I am her Lord and Master. Every time she gets spanked she accepts it with all the grace she has, thanks me for the spanking when I am done, then eagerly sucks me off in gratitude.

Her lovely belly and prefect $%!@ are swollen right now in her eighth month of her first pregnancy. She is carrying a son and could be a dictionary picture of a happy, content woman.

For my part I am as devoted to her. I NEVER look at other women. I treat her with respect due her as my wife and the respect for everything she does for me. I open doors for her, help her get seated in chairs , and not just because she is preggers. And while we often have wild, hard sex. There are times of gentle, tender love making.

I love you, my Darling. Thank you for being my wife.

This is about senior prom which was voted to be a costume affair by the senior class. This took place three years ago.

First off let me say that my date, now my sweet wife, is a beautiful black girl with gorgeous milk chocolate skin and at the time, mid-back long soft cinnamon hair. She is 5'6", 120. She was living with her 22 year old sister who was her legal guardian. Anyway she told me that she had costumes in mind for us to wear that her sister had agreed to help her make. Tanya(her sis) approved completely of me saying that me and Crystal(my girl) made a wonderful couple. The only hint I was given were instructions to study up on feudal times in Europe. We all had fun when they measured me, Crystal handling the tape measure and Tanya taking notes. I had to jack off when I got home.

I had been told to show up at their house two hours before the prom so that any last minute adjustments could be made. My costume turned out to be of a midevel Lord of the Manor. Tanya helped with getting it on and right. Lastly giving me a soft kiss and saying, "Never hurt her. Her heart is yours, she has chosen you and I believe that she has chosen well." I promised to never give Crystal cause to regret being mine. Tanya took me to the living room and had me sit down as she brought Crystal out.

Crystal was dressed as a serving/scullery wench. A white peasant blouse pulled down to expose her soft shoulders and her sweet cleavage, 40Cs, and clearly no bra. A ankle long flowing peasant skirt that was torn here and there and she was barefoot. Her hair was disleveled with kitchen grease and grime in it. Her face had smears of grease and dirt as did the tops of her $%!@ as well as her blouse and skirt. And I had never seen a more beautiful woman in all my life. Dropping into character, I said, "A lovely wench indeed." She said, "I am glad, My Lord finds me pleasing. However, there are two things I want to add to our attire, My Lord." with that she crossed the room to me and knelt at my feet and opened a cloth bag she had been holding. She pulled out a leather collar that had a small padlock and leash. "My Lord, I beg you to make me your wench fully." My heart was pounding and I was having a hard time seeing through my tears of joy. Tanya was fully crying. I took the collar, leaned into her and kissed her as I slipped the collar around her neck and clicked the lock shut. I then told her that this was a leather collar, however she was to get a silver one on our wedding day which would be two months after Graduation. After many minutes of tears all around, hugs kisses and general celebrating we head to the prom. We managed to stay in character all night winning an award for that. And my Darling, in her wench costume, grease, dirt and all won for Hottest Female Costume. Afterwards, I spent the night at her place with her in my arms making love, sometimes hard and rough, other times gentle and tender.

Crystal is now my loving, devoted and intensely happy housewife. Her neck adorned with the promised silver collar with a hidden lock and no keyhole. She is also at this writing, eight months gone with our first child, a son. It seems that every time I think I have seen Criss as beautiful as she can get, I find I am mistaken. I thought her Prom costume was the best, then came our wedding day, now with her fantastic swollen belly and breasts is the most lovely I have ever seen her. At the same time I know that when I see her smiling at me as she nurses our newborn son will be the top. Can you tell that I adore her.

Accuracy or modesty? Walk the edge and think outside the box is my advise. Though it all depends on what you want out of the evening. A non-sexual good time, a hot time resulting with steamy sex, or a fiance'' you love with all your heart and want to spend your life with.

My wife is a beautiful, black woman, She has skin the color of milk chocolate and hair the color of cinnamon that is naturally straight. She keeps it long, to her waist, clean, soft, silky and gleaming. She enjoys being a housewife and actually enjoys doing her household chores. My love is presently swollen with the product of our love. Our first child, a son. She firmly informs me that I am to knock her up again as soon as it is medically safe for her to conceive again. She wants to give me my own football team and cheerleader squad. I got very lucky with my Black Beauty who can be sophisticated trophy wife or a trashy ghetto ho trying to please her white pimp.

Do I like Black women? HELL YES!!

My wife is a housewife and expectant 8 month pregnant mother who still insits on doing all the housework herself and was hurt when I suggested a maid for her last trimester. My Darling also takes the hard road, doing floor scrubbing and waxing on her hands and knees. Does dishes by hand because she feels that she gets them cleaner, the same reason she does the floors the way she does. With all her hard work she still greets me every evening at the door, dressed in something sexy and eager for my manhood. Even this close to giving birth she is insatisable. She loves it when I do my Drill Sargent role and give her work a tough inspection which she of course fails. Her bum and each breast each get 5 strokes of my swagger stick. We then mad, steaming love before she serves me my dinner, still oozing $%!@ from her mommy parts or her fantastic tush. However, our house is ALWAYS spotless. I love my wife with all my heart and am so proud of her and what she does and how hard she works plus will be working once our son is here. She has already stated that she will use cloth diapers which she will wash by hand so she knows what is on her baby's bottom and to save money, even though we can afford disposables.

So to all husbands: Love your housewife. And let her know it,

My beloved wife and mother of my children is a beautiful black woman with milk chocolate skin and waist long cinnamon colored hair. Not her family who know how much I love her. But other of her race have called her a "Race Traitor" and "$%!@ Slave." the funny thing is that my love actually gets turned on by the last one, whispering in my ear when she hears that, that she loves being my "$%!@ Slave", that usually ends with her getting a deep kiss.

Of course I hear from white similar things, "Race Traitor", "$%!@ Lover." Ok, I freely admit to that last one.

Are either of us Race Traitors? Not that either of us really care.