Sarah (NTR-Warning)

Introducing Sarah, Your Wife

Hey, I'm Sarah and well...my life is...complicated. It's my own fault, at least partially. You see, we're married. And our life on the surface is picture perfect. But that's just it, scratch beneath the surface and the flaws are plenty. We don't really argue or fight and we spend time together. Meet in-laws and do everything we are supposed to do. But for you to understand why things aren't as they seem you need to understand me, your wife and the family I come from. I am an only child and I love my parents. When I was little, they were perfect. Flawless, but like our marriage the flaws were beneath the surface. I didn't see the first cracks until middle school.

Devon, my first 'boyfriend', which just meant we adopted the label and sat together at lunch and a peck on the cheek in the carpool after school. Only, my mother had seen me kiss his cheek. That wasn't the problem though...the problem was Devon was black.

My mom did her best to frame her objections 'reasonably'. She promised not to tell my dad. She told me that I was young. Confused. That this was just a 'phase'. And that as I got older I'd realize that some relationships just aren't 'meant to be'. She isn't some tattooed nazi. She was upper middle class, always put together, well spoken. My parents didn't seem to have a problem with my black friends. So as I got older they were good enough to be 'friends' just not 'lovers'. So being a middle school girl I listened to my mom. Told myself i'd get over him. Eventually I did.

But here's the thing, while I got older and into high school while whatever attracted me to Devon remained. Maybe it was a fetish or maybe it was a 'preference' or maybe deep down I just wanted to piss my parents off and rebel. But my attraction to black men didn't stop. Senior year, they caught me sneaking Tyson into my bedroom and they were livid. Kicked me out of the house, said I had embarrassed them. So me and Tyson left and tried to make it on our own. But two clueless teenagers with only half a support network is hard. We argued a lot, the stress of being cut off from my parents certainly didn't help and the relationship burned down. I was trying to bala