ZEB WALTON
ayo! - BEZ
The world is foul ugh


(for the cac husbands) imo.Why does this sound like a sitcomBe a doctor with a thuggish grin moonlighting as a bedbuck brehs

You nikkas slacking, this thread should have 15 pages by now....
If the thread title was ''Be A Bed Wench for the Love, brehettes'' And instead, this was a woman who was getting fukked by closet white racists and white male swingers...the outrage would be legendary. Plat thread, 60 pages, 1000 replies.
Nikkas are getting hypocritical with their double standards. You really think you are slick? Disgusting perverted bedbucks like ''Dave'' should be laughed at like any bedwench on here.
I mean we see a early 40s grown ass man, accomplished, educated, who normally should have be self-controlled and discliplined, considering his pedigree and life experience. I mean by now he should have had a family, with a decent black wife in looks and mostly importantly, assets and character.
But he wastes his prime years and whats left of his ''youth'' on average looking old has been, old hag white women for the voyeuristic, hedonistic pleasure of white men. Degrading(for this black man) and semi-(for the cac husbands) imo.
Why does this sound like a sitcom![]()


This caught my attention more than anything else tbhHe was always a horny kid, he admits. In third grade, Dave used to look up the teacher's dress, and one day she wasn't wearing panties, which definitely made a permanent impression on him. There was treasure everywhere! All you had to do was look! He admits to a problem with intimacy and jokes about being a “man whore,” though he scoffs at the idea of sex addiction. Like Lady Gaga says, he was born this way. The Internet just made it all so easy.
Dave shows me an old framed photograph of his dad, also a doctor, looking as dapper as Billy Dee Williams, with his mom beside him in tight jeans and a flowing shirt. A cute little kid hides behind her, his eye on the photographer. “That's me,” he says. “Always peeking around the corner.”
Even when he was a crumb-crusher, Dave says, he loved going to the hospital with his father. He always wanted to be a doctor. He had to give up his emergency-room work because of the stress, so he moved into general practice and he loves it—these little old white ladies give him a hug and say how happy they are to see him. That makes him feel so good. “It almost brings me to tears,” he says.
He sits down on the sofa, pulls out his laptop, and shows off what is rapidly beginning to seem like his other medical practice. There are at least 100 folders. The first one he opens contains photographs of a woman named Tara, who is married to an Army veteran. They'd had a couple of successful threesomes, and then her husband got orders to go to Afghanistan and asked Dave to “fill in” for him at home.
He clicks on another folder. This one has movies made on a laptop while the woman's husband watched from home on Skype. Dave starts one of the movies, and two pairs of tangled naked legs appear on the screen. The husband's voice interrupts: “I can't see, baby.” The wife stretches her arm to move the laptop, positioning the camera more directly on the action. Now the camera shows Dave plunging away while flashing a thuggish sneer at the camera. “I kinda have to end up playing that role,” Dave says, sounding a little sheepish.
“I used to cringe when couples would tell me it's not a racial thing,” he tells me later. “Obviously it's a racial thing—a guy in the Old South gets lynched, and I'm pounding the shyt out of this white woman? There is this basic, primal thing about it.”
Next up is a video of a memorable episode with a woman who's sitting on Dave in reverse-cowgirl while her husband is on his knees, licking between her legs. Oh oh oh oh, she cries.
Looking up from the screen, Dave gives a shrug. “Whatever turns you on,” he says.
On he goes through the folders, clearly enjoying himself. Here's the wife of a truck driver who said, “When I'm on the road, go over and see her.” Here's a sweet-looking schoolteacher on her back with Dave between her legs.She flips the bird at the camera, which is held by her husband, who put the footage through a light edit and attached a helpful soundtrack to underline the spirit of the thing. The theme song is “Black Skinhead,” by Kanye West:
They see a black man with a white woman
At the top floor, they gon' come to kill King Kong
Middle America packed in
Came to see me in my black skin
Sometimes, Dave tells me, the wives like to say the explosive word so laden with America's ugliest history. They usually ask first. Is it all right if I call you the N-word? But one woman, a yoga teacher, just screamed it out of the blue: Give it to me, you fukking ******!
“That was so hot,” Dave says.
There's a new term for this, too: “race play.” The way Dave looks at it, it's a good thing. After all, he's calling the women “slut” and “whore” for very similar reasons—because it's just plain fun to violate taboos. “It takes the air out of it,” he says.
He opens LifestyleLounge, his favorite swinger website. It's well organized by city and has a calendar feature into which you can enter the dates of your trips to other states.
The site also features brief testimonials and reviews—known as “validations”—wherein members assess one another; Dave wins universal praise. He's had sex with so many women from this website, he says—like this woman, an older-housewife type with a stocky, easygoing husband. “He likes me to treat her like a whore,” Dave says, clicking her photos wistfully. Alas, that couple's daughter's in town and Dave hasn't seen them for months. Most of these couples are seriously intent on keeping their secret from their kids, which can be a real obstacle to his sex life.
Here's another woman he likes, pictured with a horse bit in her mouth. “She's a dance instructor,” Dave says. “She's fantastic, such a fun fukk.”
He stops on an average-looking couple and says this husband's thing is inviting three or four guys to a secluded park bench, where the excitement is heightened by the possibility of being seen or caught—and not just for the husband's pleasure, that's for sure. “She loves it,” Dave says fondly. “She's a little slut.”
Of course, there are a few weirdos. Sometimes the husband seems to be forcing his wife into it, and Dave won't cooperate with that. There was also a couple who had a 6-year-old asleep in the next room, which was just wrong. But this couple—he clicks on another set of pictures—really surprised him. Everything was totally normal at first: “Dude takes his shirt off, and he's got the SS on his chest, he's got other Nazi symbols, and I'm looking around, waiting to get jumped.” But the husband quickly explained that he'd been in prison and only got the tattoos to survive. Dave shakes his head and laughs. “The things I've seen!”
The real secret to Dave's popularity is simple. He loves women. A lot of men say this but find all sorts of flaws in the actual women they might otherwise end up bedding. But Dave really does have something good to say about every single woman he sees. The truth of this is on display one night at a local pickup bar. A statuesque older blonde walks by, probably 60 and a bit leathery from the Arizona sun. “Ooh, sexy lady,” he whispers. I watch him ogle another woman, this one in her 50s, also a bit haggard but dressed in tight clothes and large in the chest. “Love it! Jesus!” The seriously overweight woman heading to the bathroom also gets his nod of approval. “Great ass on her,” he says. “Woo!”
The waitress comes over to get a drink order. Dave asks for her name and flirts for a while, getting a smile out of her. He shakes his head in appreciation as she walks away. “She's hot.”
She was not hot. She was bony and plain and possibly anemic, her skin so wan it seemed to be giving up. But Dave disagrees. She had a beautiful smile, he says. You could tell she had a sweet nature. And this is another thing he's learned—at the beginning of his adventures, looks mattered much more. He was always after the 10s (“dimes,” he calls them). But wide experience has changed his views. Women with looks out of a magazine can be boring in bed, while an older woman or a bigger woman can be tons of fun. What he likes now is confidence. If a woman carries herself like she knows she's got it, that's always exciting.
Another night, he takes me along to dinner with a couple well into their 60s. The husband is a bald grandpa, but the wife is a vibrant redhead in a plunging black evening dress, with a silver necklace and like-colored hoop earrings. Seen through ordinary eyes, she's an attractive grandmother. Seen through Dave's eyes, she's hot.
Like most people in this subculture, the couple love telling their conversion story. They fantasized about sexual adventure for years, but they had six kids and prominent careers back east, and there was no Internet to make things easy. Then they retired to a Phoenix suburb, and right away, the husband got cancer. “I figured, maybe we have a year,” he says. “Let's have fun.”
They started on Craigslist and found their way to more specialized sites; soon they were in contact with 500 couples and 150 single men. Seven years later, the husband's cancer is in remission and they run the most popular sex party in the area, with Dave a much desired guest. All of this is a complete secret from their children, of course, several of whom are conservatives, including one who became a deacon in a Southern Baptist church. “If I want drama,” the wife says, “I'll call my children.”
After a few glasses of wine, her eyes turn soft and flirty and her attention moves completely to Dave. “You only came to one party and you disappeared,” she says.
“You found me,” he answers.
She smiles at the memory.
Then she pouts. “I haven't seen you at the gym lately, either,” she says. “I miss seeing you do those dips in the weight belt.”
Her husband watches, grinning.


consenting adults...He sometimes feels strange that he's not sleeping with more black women, but there aren't many in Arizona. Plus, he says, most black guys don't like to share, and there are just so many adventurous white couples.



Unlike black women, black men are real with each other. Even painfully so.I never once seen any of the women on this site call another black woman a bedwench
But seen plenty so called black men use the word bedbuck. You guys can't tell me your not pretending to be black

Leon is a simp. She likely never wanted to be with him and just settled for him cuz it sounded good on paper. She wasn't attracted to him and most likely don't even respect him. However, he let all this happen to himselfSometimes, Dave tells me, the wives like to say the explosive word so laden with America's ugliest history. They usually ask first. Is it all right if I call you the N-word? But one woman, a yoga teacher, just screamed it out of the blue: Give it to me, you fukking ******!
“That was so hot,” Dave says.
..Nah!!!! 
You nikkas slacking, this thread should have 15 pages by now....
If the thread title was ''Be A Bed Wench for the Love, brehettes'' And instead, this was a black woman who was getting fukked by closet white racists and white male swingers...the outrage would be legendary. Plat thread, 60 pages, 1000 replies.
Nikkas are getting hypocritical with their double standards. You really think you are slick? Disgusting perverted bedbucks like ''Dave'' should be laughed at like any bedwench on here.
I mean we see a early 40s grown ass man, accomplished, educated, who normally should be self-controlled and disciplined, considering his pedigree and life experience. I mean by now he should have had a family, with a decent black wife in looks and mostly importantly, financial assets and character.
But he wastes his prime years and whats left of his ''youth'' on average looking old has been, old hag white women for the voyeuristic, hedonistic pleasure of white men. Degrading(for this black man) and semi-(for the cac husbands) imo.