Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Seven

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Seven
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Bobbi picked up the letter that Stacie had left on the bed, and read:



“Sweetheart,

I love you Bobbi. I have always loved you. I WILL always love you. But Bobbi, we have not been lovers, we have not “MADE Love” for one year, two months, and thirteen days.

I have been talking to this woman, Deni (I told you about her earlier today), on the internet and she told me what I have to do is to separate love and sex. I have thought a lot about that. And so that is what I have decided to do. Therefore, what I am doing now, is not to “make love” to other men, but to LOVE you, but have SEX with them. And I have chosen to have SEX with them in such a way that I can provide you with what you seem to crave much more than my body. I am having SEX with black men and videoing it so that you can watch your own wife doing what you have watched strangers do for the last several years.

Bobbi, I also know that you are still in love with me, honey.

And Bobbi, I know how hard this last 24 hours has been on your ego. But baby, I only have one year, maybe two years at most, to live. The doctors say at least a year, and no more than two years.

Bobbi, I could lie in bed and feel miserable and waste what time I have, or I can stand up, and enjoy what I have, and live my remaining life to the fullest. I have chosen to live my life as fully, every single day I have left, to live it as fully as I can.

Bobbi, my love, my husband, I am asking you to support me in this. I am asking you to stop feeling sorry for yourself and to say to yourself, “My wife is sick, she has only a few more months to live. I am therefore going to help her enjoy them as very best I possible can.”

Bobbi, can you do that for me? PLEASE baby? I have faith in you, and in our love for each other, and I think that your love for me is beginning to understand that I am having sex with Wendell, and not so much “making love” to him.

Bobbi, Deni and the support group that I met Wendell in has told me that I need to make a list of my goals to accomplish before I die, and to go after each dream. So Bobbi, that is exactly what I am doing.

Wendell and I have made a deal. I will provide him a way of getting out of the huge debt he has accumulated as he did the very best he could do for his wife as she was dying. It is over two hundred thousand dollars baby. And I intend to use the only real asset god gave me to help him pay it off.

The other side of that coin is, that I want you and Wendell to become good friends, learn to trust each other, learn to support each other through your grief honey. Wendell has promised me that he will be here for you after I die baby. He will help you raise our little child. He has agreed to be “Uncle Wendell” to our child. You will be the father. If YOU want to be the father. Honey, it is my last and dying gift to you, this child from my body. I have always wanted to have a child, to experience it moving inside me, to even experience the horrific pain of childbirth that initiates our child into this world. I want to experience my breasts becoming full of milk, and to hold my baby in my arms as he receives his milk from my body. I desperately want to experience this Bobbi, before I die.

Some would say that since I am dying, how could this be the right thing to do?

My answer to them, and to you, is that I am alive. I know I have a limited time on this earth. The only difference between others and me is that I have a better idea of how much time I have left. I still have things I want to do, and this is my number one: to conceive, carry, and give birth to our child. I want you, as the father, to love it, and raise it, and teach it to be a good, kind and caring person. But honey, if you do not wish to do this, then Wendell has agreed to take the child and raise it as his own. So Bobbi, you have a choice. This is not an ultimatum.

Because I may have only a year, honey, it is critical I conceive right away to be able to be sure I can carry our baby to term before I die.

Therefore, I want you to make a decision, right now (tonight), as you stand there, about whether you can do this for me. If you have doubts, pack your bags and move out. Not necessarily move out tonight baby, but in the next few days. But make your decision tonight. Because honey, I desperately need you beside me as I am at the benefit tonight. As you know, I have never been a whore before. And tonight, I am to allow thirty or so men, black strangers, to have sex with me. I am scared, but at the same time, I am very excited about it too. The odds are very good that I will have been bred black and pregnant by the end of tonight.

They are going to auction me off to the first man to get a blowjob from Wendell’s little white whore. And then they will auction me off to the first man to get to cum inside my virgin anal opening. And then they are going to auction off my pussy honey. The high bidder will be the first man to cum inside me at the party and breed me black.

We expect to earn over 45,000 dollars tonight to help pay down Wendell’s debt. Did you think your wife was that good in bed honey?

But Bobbi, I need you there to be my friend, my support as I go through this. Please baby, support me in this. Wendell will be videoing it all, and you will get to have the tape if you come and support me. Otherwise we are going to sell the tape for money and apply the sales income to Wendell’s debt.

Bobbi, it is time to fish or cut bait. Are you for me ? Or are you going to be against me?

I have quit my job, and I am going to be a fulltime whore for Wendell now honey. The men will be brought here by Wendell, and they will fuck me here right in our bed. I am to be available to Wendell on a twenty-four hour a day basis and seven days a week for him to bring men here to fuck his tiny white whore. Wendell will negotiate my services with each John. All of the money from my whorings will be collected and kept by Wendell and he will use it to pay down his debt. He will be here in the house and filming each time I am whore fucked, so you will be able to jerk off as you watch your favorite type of porn as my white pussy is being taken by big thick black cocks.

Bobbi, you will no longer be allowed to fuck me honey (not that you seem to want to anyway). Too much chance of you getting STDs if you do, because all the men will be having me bareback. Wendell will be able to get lots more money that way. Men hate condoms, and that way, knowing they can have me bareback, allows Wendell to charge twice as much for my services.

I have already gone to the funeral home and paid (out of my own money from what my mom’s insurance paid me) for my funeral and burial expenses. Therefore that is already taken care of. I have also paid my doctor for 14 visits to his office, as well as for pain control procedures in my last days. So Bobby, all expenses for my cancer and death are already paid for. I have also paid for the deductible on our insurance for all medical care for the baby.

If you are willing to support my desires and goals for the rest of the time I have, then tonight is the beginning of the rest of our lives baby. I, in turn, pledge to you to be as supportive as I can of your needs and goals as well. But please understand, I do have a few things that I feel I must achieve before I die. And bearing a child is one of the things that I cannot compromise on.

If you do not come to the benefit tonight, I will accept that as your answer. If you do decide to go to the benefit and support Wendell and me in this, then here is what you have to do:”




Bobbi read on to see what else she had to say, then put down the letter, sat on their unmade bed, and sobbed his heart out.