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“I want to play the yes game again” you said with a mischievous smirk. He knew what that meant because you had done it every time you had sex for the past week. They had told you in the chat room this was a great way to get your man acclimatised to thinking about other girls and permanently moving his sexual focus onto them. Some of them thought you were a bit over the top with your particular fantasies. Others told you it was normal for Asian girls to feel this way. Well, you didn’t know if that was true. However overall they supported and encouraged you.

He was already hard and ready. You slowly lowered yourself onto him. God, you loved this. If it was going to be anything like last time you were in for a wild ride, and so was he.

“Remember, you have to answer yes to every question. No matter what.” you asserted.

“Yes” he replied. You gave him a quick kiss and started.

“You like white girls, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You like blonde girls? With blue eyes?”

“Yes.”

“What about redheads, you like them even more, right?”

“Yes.”

“They’re prettier, aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Do you prefer them to girls like me?”

He hesitated.

“It’s okay, really. Do you prefer them to Asian girls like me?” you asked. Technically you were only half-Asian but that was just semantics at this point.

“Yes,” he said. Good boy. You rewarded him by increasing your tempo.

“You’d rather have a girlfriend like that than me, wouldn’t you? That’s what you fantasise about when you’re with me, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Have you thought about cheating on me?”

“Yes.”

“With a pretty redhead?”

“Yes.”

“You’d fuck her every chance you got, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“She’d be your whore…”

“Yes.”

“…and your girlfriend? Your second girlfriend?”

“Yes”

“You’d fall in love with her?”

“Yes.”

“You’d fuck her unprotected… and cum… cum inside…”

“Yes.”

“…with no… birth control…”

“I wouldn’t do that to you… I love you…” he replied haltingly.

“I know… but please just say yes,” you interrupted. “That’s the… rules. Would you rather have children… with a… with a white girl… than me?” you continued.

“Yes,” he said.

That was enough. Your orgasm started. Fuck, this was perfect. He has only failed twice and barely needed any prodding to say yes. It was a huge improvement over yesterday and light years ahead of the first time. He was learning, and he must be starting to get off on this too. You tried to hold yourself still. His orgasms were either going to be thinking of other girls or with other girls from now on.

“You’re cumming?” he asked. He gave an experimental thrust.

“Yes, yes!” you answered. You couldn’t hold yourself up any more as your body convulsed in pleasure. You collapsed onto him. Ever since you had found the confidence to let your fantasies out the sex had been incredible. He was probably going to keep going for a while so it had only really just started. Seeing you react like this must be having an effect on him. In the beginning you thought you might have to play up the orgasms but that obviously didn’t turn out to be necessary. You continued to shudder.

You had always wanted a white boyfriend and now you had one. He was absolutely perfect, not just because he was white but because of all his other qualities too. Now the next step was finding him the perfect girlfriend: a perfect pretty white girl with perfect red hair, perfect blue eyes, and absolutely covered in freckles.

You breathed into his ear “I love you”.

Declaration of Independence 

She had the same sweet expression on her face when she told you, “Honey, I want to have sex with your best friend, but not just once, anytime him and I want to. You love me and it won’t take you long to get used to be a cuckold.”

Getting busy in the bishop’s office

When I was the ward clerk for finances, I had a key to the building. One day I was skipping work and had a few church things to do. My wife decided to go over to the building with me. While we were there, we got feeling a bit adventurous. We ended up using my key to let us in to the bishop’s office. Long story short, we may have had intimate relations on the bishop’s desk. Now no matter the reason I’m in his office, I can look over at his desk and remember that adventure.