My First Mix Race Cougar
I take loyalty very seriously, biblically seriously. My baby mama cheated on me with a mixed-race man she’d been seeing before we even had a child together. I couldn’t believe I had signed up for the military for us. I knew this wasn’t the only time she’d been unfaithful — neither had I, to be honest — but she said it straight to my face: she’d been fucking him because I was “boring.” I was holding down two jobs three hours away from home, and she still called me boring. I’m in my twenties, fit, vigorous in my own way, but nothing prepared me for this kind of pain. Betrayal. My friend Ricardo heard what I was going through — hell, I’d told everyone on social media. He reached out and invited me to the Dominican Republic, just to chill for a month or two. My baby mama wouldn’t let me leave for that long, especially not to a notorious sex-tourist destination. She’d heard the rumors: Dominican girls are vicious, relentless; they’ll chew all the meat off your dick and spi...