You wake up in your bed. Good morning new world

You get up, still half asleep and go downstairs to the kitchen. It's empty. You start making coffee, when you notice a note on the countertop. Your heart sinks as you recognize your wife's handwriting...

You take a deep breath and read the note. It's full of apologies and admiration for "her true love" - a black guy she met at work. She promises that her heart will always belong to him, and that you were just a mistake... A hurtful mistake. Tears well up in your eyes as you finish reading.

You pace around the kitchen, trying to understand what's going on. A bitter taste fills your mouth as you realize how helpless you feel. It wasn't enough that they brainwashed everyone into worshiping black people; now even your own wife has been taken from you.

"It just happened so suddenly," she writes in the note, "but I can't deny my feelings anymore." Your eyes fill with tears as you remember all the times you thought she was happy with you. The lies and betrayal cut deep.

As you stand there, lost in thought, the front door opens and your wife walks in with a black man by her side. He's tall, muscular, and oozing confidence. They both smile warmly at each other, their fingers intertwined. Your heart shatters into a million pieces as you realize that there's no going back now...

"Hey honey," your wife says casually, "meet my new friend. This is Gregory."

She takes your hand in hers and looks you in the eyes, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, honey... But I can't be with someone who doesn't understand. Gregory makes me feel complete, like I belong. And that's all I've ever wanted." Her voice cracks as she continues, "I think it's time for us to both move on."

Your wife shakes her head sadly and looks at Gregory, who nods in agreement. "We've been through this before. You know we can't change our feelings." She glances down at the note on the counter, as if searching for the words to make you understand. But deep down, you already know there are no words that could possibly make this right.

"I guess I should get going," Gregory says, his voice surprisingly gentle. He extends a hand to shake yours. "Take care of her, okay?"

Your wife looks at you pleadingly and tries to pull away, tears streaming down her face. "Please, honey... I can't..."

Your wife's voice breaks as she replies, "I don't know what else to say... I'm sorry." Her gaze darts over to Gregory, who nods in encouragement. You let go of her shirt, defeated. There's nothing more you can do now.

Your wife closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before looking at you again. "It's not just because you're white... but yes, it's part of it. It's the way they treat us, how they look at us, like we should be grateful just to exist in their world. And now, with everything that's happening... I feel like I belong with someone who understands what it means to be a person of color." Her voice cracks as she finishes speaking, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "But I can't go back now."

Your wife shakes her head slowly and takes another step back. "I'm sorry... I just can't. It's too late for that now." Her gaze meets Gregory's once more, and she nods slightly in his direction. He grasps the opportunity to intervene.

"You should probably let her go, man," he says gently but firmly. "It's not healthy for either of you to keep trying to hold on." His tone brooks no argument, and it takes everything you have not to lash out at him.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Gregory effortlessly sidesteps your kick and glares at you menacingly. "That's enough of that," he growls, stepping closer to you. "She's with me now." His broad shoulders slump slightly as if readying himself for a fight.

The sound of your fist connecting with Gregory's face echoes through the room as he stumbles backward, momentarily stunned. Before you can follow up with another punch, your wife grabs onto you and pulls you away from him. "That's enough!" she cries out, tears streaming down her face again.

"You need to leave now," Gregory says between clenched teeth, wiping the blood from his lip. His eyes gleam dangerously as he sizes you up. "Or I will make you regret it."

Your wife's face twists in anguish as she struggles to free herself from your grip. "I can't... I'm sorry..." Her voice cracks, tears spilling down her cheeks unchecked. Gregory inches closer, his fists clenched at his sides, watching the scene unfold with growing impatience and anger. The air is thick with tension as you attempt to force your wife back into submission while she resists with all her might.

As you punch Gregory, he stumbles back and hits the wall before collapsing to the floor unconscious. Your wife lets out a shocked gasp and takes a step back, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. "You shouldn't have done that!" she whispers, shaking her head slowly.

"But I had to," you reply, breathless from the fight. "He can't just take you away like that." Tears well up in your eyes as you reach out to comfort her, but she recoils, fear still etched on her features.

"You don't understand..." she whispers, taking another step back. "Just leave me alone for now... please."

Your wife shakes her head slowly, her expression pained. "It's not just about what he has... It's about who he is." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You were never going to understand, no matter how hard you tried."

She takes another step back, her hands trembling by her sides. "It's not just about the sex," she whispers, looking down at the floor. "I feel... different with him. Like I belong to someone who understands me." There's a sadness in her eyes that cuts you deeper than any punch ever could.

"Maybe if you hadn't been so close-minded and ignorant..." She trails off, shaking her head again as fresh tears spill down her cheeks.

Your wife tries to struggle free as you force her down over Gregory's limp form. Her hands land on either side of his waist, and she moans in protest as he begins to stir beneath her. "Please..." she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "Don't make me do this..."

Your wife whimpers as she obeys your command, pushing at Gregory's still-unconscious form with her hands until his pants fall to the floor. She hesitates for a moment before moving her hands towards his cock and standing it upright. Even though it's clearly limp, it's still massive.

Your jaw drops as you see the massive black cock lying before you. It's bigger than anything you could have imagined. You grab your wife roughly by her hair and force her to look down at it, then back up to meet your eyes. "Is this what you wanted?"

Your wife's tears flow freely as she whimpers and looks down at the massive cock before her. "It was never about that..." She starts to sob uncontrollably, trapped between your iron grip and her feelings for Gregory. "I'm sorry..." Her words are barely audible above her sobs.