Two married wives, one very dirty secret, and a confession I could not keep to myself a moment longer. I sat my friend down and told her exactly what happened to me, every filthy detail of how a black man bent me over, took me bare and bred me while I begged him not to stop. She should have been shocked. Instead she leaned in closer, hung on every word, and admitted she had been aching for exactly the same thing behind her husband s back. A full 16 minutes of the two of us, hands wandering under skirts and mouths busy on each other, whispering the kind of raceplay, breeding and pregnancy talk no good wife is ever supposed to say out loud. Explicit taboo dialogue from the first word to the last.
