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Authors name: Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)
Story title : A Vengeance Tale
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A Vengeance Tale (MF, rom, voy, nc, racial slurs, intr,
wife-cheat, v)
by Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)
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Big guy catches child bride out, screwing a black guy in
his house, on his bed, and things just get hotter,
kinkier weirder, and a touch violence and vengeance.
Something for everyone.
***
Have you ever wondered how far you will let things go?
How far before you actually do the DEED and cheat on your
partner? OR, how far your partner will go, before they
actually cheat on you?
I had never considered this aspect of things before. Oh
sure, I read a few stories on the net, who hasn't? But
they were all about the person doing the actual cheating.
Things changed for me though, and I had reason to wonder,
how far would my wife go? And then the question that
comes next; what would I do about it?
I worked my way up in this world, from the bottom, and I
did it the hard way. Now I'm in my thirties, I own my
house outright, no mortgage! I married a lovely girl who
was younger than me who is now twenty-three. I married
her when she was nineteen. She still has troubles getting
into bars and clubs because she looks fifteen still.
I boss a construction crew, and I have the respect of the
men who work for me because there is nothing I ask them
to do that I don't do myself.
My wife takes classes during the day; she's learning
business skills. One day she wants us to have our own
company.
Life goes on great, Home life is good, work is good, I
get sent to a job three towns away, and start making a
bit extra bonus money for the travel, I saved it up for a
surprise for my darling wife.
Then we get rained off the job, and with no prospect of
it clearing or the site drying enough to work, we all
come home.
I arrive home, just before lunchtime, I am going to take
my wife out to lunch, and talk her into skipping classes
for the remainder of the day. Sometime for us.
I pull into my driveway, and to my surprise, the solid
wood gates are shut. In all the time since I put them up,
they have never been shut. I back out, and park along the
road. Then jump the gates.
Surprise number two, there is a strange car in the drive,
a convertible Mercedes, dark blue. The drapes are pulled
on the living room window, but they are open a bit at the
bottom, where they have caught on the furniture, I am
curious now, so I have a quick peep in the window.
I see my wife, my little wife, sitting on the lounge
chair, her hair looking a bit disheveled, and her clothes
mussed up, her blouse untucked, and wrinkled, the top
four buttons undone, and her bra clearly showing, her
skirt is scrunched up around her waist, and her white
lace panties are on display also, her knees apart, almost
lewdly, as she lays back into the lounge.
This scene is wrong, totally wrong warning bells are
going off in my head now, a man walks into view, a dark
man, dressed in an expensive looking suit. He walks
toward my wife, and reaches down, inside her shirt, and
fondles her breasts, as if it were the most casual thing
in the world.
He bends toward her, and she tilts her head up to meet
him, they kiss, deeply, passionately. The contrast of
their skin contrasting starkly against each other, his
dark skin, against her flawless golden skin, his black
lips against her naturally red ones.
They part, and he straightens up, shedding his coat, and
loosening his tie, she undoes her blouse now totally, and
unzips her skirt. He reaches for her hand and helps her
to rise then removes the blouse, her skirt falling to the
floor, she stands there in her bra and lacy panties, both
shiny white as his black hands roam over her.
As his hands run down her stomach, she pulls away
instinctively, he slides his other hand around to her
backside, and pushes her hips forward, firmly, and she
responds, now she is removing his shirt, and running her
hands over his chest, her little white hands caressing
his nipples, she sucks one of his nipples, as her hand
disappears into his trousers touching him exploring him
He stands back now, and unbuckles his belt, removing his
trousers and shoes, and now his boxers, I look at his
member, it is not as massive as black men are supposed to
be, but very similar in size to myself. In a way I feel
relieved, but the way she reaches for his cock makes me
mad, it is as if she is mesmerized by it, she strokes it,
moving his foreskin back and forward over its black knob.
He brings his hands up, and brushing her hair back from
her shoulders, he cradles her face in his hands and
kisses her again, deeply, harder, and more passionately
than before, she never stops playing with his cock. I get
a cramp in my lower back, from bending to peep through
the window, then I feel like a fool.
This is my house, I have keys, I am going in. I am
putting a stop to this, I am not going to stand by as
some nigger screws MY wife, and just watch, to pretend
like nothing happened. I stand up, Unlock the door,
quietly, and as I go in, I pick up the lump of reo-rod I
use as a door stop, Its about 12-inches long, and 4
inches across, right now, I feel as if I can put it to a
better use than a door stop.
I enter the house, as I am closing the door, he carries
my wife, now only clad in her bra, her panties gone, but
her hand still working his cock, across the hall to our
bed room, not even glancing in my direction I follow at a
distance, looking through the wide open door, he gently
puts her on the bed, and she gets up on her hands and
knees, presenting her backside and pussy to him, her hand
for the first time not attached to his tool.
He kneels down behind her, and goes to work with his
tongue, I cant see exactly what he is doing, only his
face pushed hard into her rear, and she starts to go
wild, her hand snakes around to the back of his head and
pushes his face in further, and he willingly complies
with her unspoken demand. She hold his head tighter to
her lower parts, she starts to move back and forth, her
supporting arm collapses, the one on the back of his head
clamps his face to her, hard, he struggles to get air,
then she bucks, and lets him go. Her first orgasm.
He stands, his face wet now from her juices, she stays
with her face on the bed, buried in our pillows, he moves
into position behind her, I don't know what to do, he is
about to enter my wife, I am fascinated by this, the
show, and the fact it is my wife, and a black man, the
contrast in skin colours, the way they are obviously
having their first sex together.
Their movements not quite in sync with each other, I
stand still, rage, betrayal and excitement in equal parts
threaten to explode my chest. I am frozen in fascination.
His black cock is at her pussy now, he pushes at her
entrance, she reaches behind to guide it in, he enters
her, easily, as she is so wet.
She speaks for the first time, "You better use a rubber
on that," she sounds so sultry, so damn horny!
He drives it all the way in, his black pubic hair mixing
with her ginger bush, then he pulls nearly all the way
out, and steadily push it back in.
"You better use a rubber," she says again, he doesn't
answer, but instead of him thrusting in and out of her,
her starts to pull her onto him, using her hips as
handles, he slides her up and down his cock.
"Please," she says, desperation in her voice now, "Stop!
Don't come in me, use a rubber, please!"
He ignores her, and keeps sliding her up and down, faster
now, building up speed, He is going to come inside her,
she is powerless to stop him, her own climax building,
her panic at his disregard for her equaling it, then she
comes, hard, he just keeps on sliding her up and down,
faster now, her little tits moving in her bra, her thighs
wobbling as they slapped into his, her hair flying all
over the place, she senses his climax approaching, and as
he slides her off him, she throws her weight forward, and
she separates herself from his cock.
A stream of his come shoots out after her, landing in a
string that stretches from the crown of her head, through
her hair, down to the small of her back, then another
follows it, and another, he comes and comes, seven times
I see strings of semen launch themselves from his cock
across her body he doesn't even touch himself, his cock
just sticks out, spewing semen. His come puddles in the
small of her back
"Bitch!" He pulls her up by the hair, "My cum ain't good
enough for you! You going to take it this time!"
He throws her back onto the bed, and lifts her by the
hips again, and pulls her back to him.
"Wha...what are you doing?" her eyes wide in terror now,
this was totally out of her control; things were going
way to far. I was still frozen, fascinated, I was
watching as my wife was going to be actually raped, in
front of me. Now I had extra reason to stay unnoticed,
she needed to learn this, that not all men respect
others, and if he didn't respect her husband, why should
he respect her?
"Aaaahhhh NNNOOOOO!" She screams He is forcing his still
hard cock into her arse, dry, and she is feeling it. She
runs out of breath, now he is balls deep in her arse, he
starts humping, she grunts in pain in time to his
humping. "Ugh Ugh Ugh," her grunts are coming from her
soul, she is being brutalized. A trickle of blood runs
down her inner thigh, he is increasing his pace now.
The blood brings me back to reality. I feel the steel bar
in my hand again, filed with absolute rage, I walk toward
him, he keeps thrusting away, unaware of me, I raise the
steel bar, he turns and sees me, A smile cracks his face
" You sure got a nice piece of arse here" he says then he
sees the weapon in my raised hand, and his smile
disappears, "Wha...wha...No way man!"
Thud! I bring the bar down on the side of his neck, at
the joint of his shoulder and neck The blow stuns him,
and ensures he wont use his arm for months. I follow up
fast with another blow to the opposite side he falls
senseless to the floor. His hands lock onto my wife's
hips, and he holds her on him, balls deep, as he crumples
to the floor, she lands on him in a near sitting
position, driving his cock still deeper into her bowels,
her weight forcing her onto him further. She screams at
the pain.
Then another look crosses her face she looks totally
defeated, sick. Even though he was now unconscious, he
had just come and she feels it, deep in my wife's virgin
arse, filling her bowels, she struggles to get up, I can
see his balls contracting still between her legs, as he
keeps shooting into her. She manages to get off him, and
his cock shoots one last string of come into the air, and
it falls back onto him, pooling on his belly.
She stands before me, head down, sobbing uncontrollably
brown red come trails down her legs, juice from her pussy
seeping down too, to mix with it.
What do you say? I grab a handful of hair on the black
mans head, and yank him up into a sitting position
"Who is he?" I ask, my voice betraying the rage inside me
" who is this nigger you were fucking?"
"He is, was, my instructor, at business class." She
quavered, "I thought he loved me, he said you would
expect me to... since you work away so much lately... he
said... everyone... does it, the bastard wouldn't stop.
He raped me." her words trail away to a whisper, she
cries now, shame, humiliation taking over her mind.
"I saw you together, I watched you betray me, you slut,"
I speak evenly, coldly. "Would you like me to fuck around
on you? Is that what you want!" I am shaking the nigger's
head as I speak, "You are just a fucking whore!" I am
screaming at her now, my throat hurts with the power of
my voice.
My wife collapses into a heap on the floor, sobbing
uncontrollably, her breath coming in huge wracking gasps.
"Get up whore, and wash yourself. I am going to deal with
this wife stealing nigger!" I am gesturing with the steel
bar, and crack him on the head with it as I refer to him
"DO IT NOW CUNT!" I shout at her again, she cringes, and
then forces herself to crawl toward our ensuite; her arse
is visible, open and bleeding a little, the strings of
drying cum still shiny on her legs.
What am I supposed to do now? I look down at the black
man, whose head I am still holding by his hair. I feel a
rage that I never felt before fill me as I look at this
man I had seen violate my wife.
I felt a disgust at myself for letting him do it too, but
she had bought it on herself. He was going to pay. I drag
him out into the lounge room. I drop his head to the
floor, and drag him by his arms. I feel satisfying
"crunches" in his damaged muscles. He is going to be
sore. To drag him I put my steel bar in my pocket, it
drags at my pants. I pull him across the carpet rapidly,
knowing his weight and the speed of his moving will be
giving him nice carpet burns on his chest, belly, and his
cock. Try explaining that to your wife.
I stop, and think about how to pay this fellow out for
humiliating my wife. He fucked her arse, her virgin arse.
That annoyed me, I don't like anal sex personally, the
thought of shit on my dick, well it just does nothing for
me. This man needs a reminder of what he did.
"Darling," I call.
She comes from our room, clean now, walking with her legs
wider apart than usual, her arsehole is tender, slightly
ripped. She stands next to me, unsure of what I am going
to do.
"He gave you a sore bum?" I ask the obvious, she nods,
tears in her eyes.
"You got one chance for us to stay together, you do like
I tell you to, and you going to get over this real quick,
or I leave now, and you suffer with what he did to you,
and the fact you let him to start with."
"I'll do what you tell me."
I pull the steel bar from my pocket, and pass it to her,
she takes it, and looks at me.
"He gave you a sore body, now Darling, give him one, help
me get him up, then you pay him back."
We lift him into a kind of crouch, and tie his arms to
his legs, his arse is high in the air, and he can't move,
should he regain his senses.
Now, my sweet little wife puts the rounded end of the bar
to his arsehole she stops and looks at me, "Its won't go,
its way to big."
"You stretched to fit his cock, make him stretch." I tell
her
She pushes a bit, it won't go for her. I place my hand
over hers, and move the bar in small circles on his hole,
forcing it in as I do, the end is in, I remove my hand."
It's up to you now, pay him back." His arsehole is
stretched tight. He reaches under his belly, and feels
his cock. I wonder at this, does she want him again?
"The bastards hard again," She said in a tone of absolute
contempt. "I'll show him what its like!" She shoved the
12" bar in to him, hard. About 3" stayed out side his
bowels, enough for her to use as a grip. Now she places
one hand on the other on the end of the bar, her fingers
don't quite meet around the 4" girth. She is kneeling
behind him, and pulls the bar out quite rapidly, then
shoves it back again, hard. His unconscious form rocks to
her efforts. After a couple of strokes, she reaches under
his belly again.
He's gone soft now. She pushes the bar into his arse
again further than before, he is bleeding a bit, blood
running down his thighs, she pushes it further and
further until the end of the bar is all that's visible
she places both thumbs against it and gives a final push.
His internal muscles help, and it disappears into him.
"He can have that, from me." She says quietly, "The only
way that is coming out is surgically." She looks up at me
now, the first time she looked me in the face since this
started. "Lets see him explain that one to his wife."
I have a plan now; "I want to fuck his wife, to make her
swell with my baby, like he was going to do to you, to
us." I tell her, "What do you think?"
"That would only be fair, if I can watch, like you
watched me," she says calmly she walks behind the bound
black man, and looks at him, his shriveled genitals, his
helpless condition. "You bastard, you black bastard!"
There is rage in her voice. "Stop means stop, you
bastard!" She is shouting, as she shouts at him she lifts
her foot in a driving kick, the top of her foot
connecting with his dangling ball sac, crushing it
against his body. She kicks again and again, "You are
never," Kick "going to fuck" Kick "another girl" Kick
"Ever" Kick "Ever" Kick "Ever" Kick "You mangy sleazy"
(Pause for breath) Kick "Raping" Kick, Kick "BASTARD!"
KICK.
"The bastard hurt my foot too, now." She looked at her
foot; red and slightly covered with blood from his split
scrotum She breathes hard panting from her exertions. "I
hurt him see? He jumps every time I kick his balls, did
you see? I paid him back! I love you, I do! I'm sorry I
did this. I am sorry," tears threaten to come again
"You did good, help me put him in his car, and well sort
things out." I cuddle her to me "I love you," I hold her,
and look at the bleeding, hunched over man on the floor.
The steel bar was out of sight, his hole bleeding still
after my wife's assault on it. His ball sac swollen to
the size of a football. His adequacy as a man is severely
in doubt after such brutalization.
We lift him naked into his car, fold his clothes neatly
and place them on the back seat fold the top down on his
Mercedes strap him into the drivers seat and remove his
bonds. He is starting to revive now, and squirming around
in agony. Just looking at his battered genitals makes me
squirm inside. To think my wife, my adorable doll like
darling, kicked his balls so hard the skin split, his
cock is oozing blood his scrotum is swelling more still,
putting his balls under enormous pressure, causing even
more pain. I wince, and walk inside.
I call the ambulance for him. I explain he just drove
into the drive like he is, with another man, they were
making out, obviously a gay couple, then they had a brief
fight, and the other man left, leaving this man here, in
his car, blocking my drive.
I get my wife to ring his wife too, and she comes over,
we explain about the " Mystery lover boy" her husband
drove in with, and she is visibly upset. She arrives in a
taxi, because she is going to drive the Mercedes home. We
ask her in and give her a drink, a real strong one.
"I can't believe my husband is gay," she keeps saying
over and over. "I don't know why on earth he would come
here either."
"Jacy, he probably was going to get his boyfriend to help
him rape me, I think, he did ask me to be here and told
me he was going to surprise me," My wife explains.
"Why would he do that?" Jacy asks, "Why?"
"Why would a man want another man, when he is married to
a beautiful girl like you?" I ask.
Jacy looks up at me and smiles, the booze is getting to
her, she is drunk, and she is beautiful wearing a white
blouse, and a tan skirt, a little lighter than her coffee
coloured skin. Her breasts are as big as grape fruits,
and her legs are slender, toned, heavenly, she wears a
faint scent.
I fill her glass again, it was nearly all spirits now,
and she drinks deeply.
"I think you might be better off sleeping here tonight,"
I suggest She looks up at me from the lounge, she is
having trouble focusing
"Good idea, where?" she asks, we lead her to our bedroom.
We walk her inside, and my wife starts to help her
undress. I watch as she is stripped of her blouse, she
wears a lacy white bra under it, Jacy stands up with the
help of my wife, and she lets her take her skirt off
revealing a white G string her arse is perfect, her skin
flawless. Jacy's legs go from under her. I help my wife
lower her to the bed.
She looks into my eyes and, "Go on, I want to watch you
pay me back now." She speaks quietly Her words make my
heart beat faster, I look down at the drunk woman clad in
white sexy undies, and see my wife's hand caressing one
of her breasts, almost unconsciously.
We remove her under wear, and I start to explore this
woman, I feel her breasts, they are firm, her nipples
big, they harden under my touch I trace my fingers down
her flat belly, dipping into her navel, then down onto
her shaven mound.
She is totally bald down there I part her vaginal lips
and see the contrast of her inner pink flesh against her
coffee coloured skin I find her clit and rub it, I sink
my finger into her warm wet channel. I look up at my
wife, she is naked also now, and with one hand rubbing
Jacy's boobs, the other is rubbing herself. She watches
me closely.
I drop my trousers, totally aroused now by the sight of
this naked stranger I am about to use, and by the actions
of my wife also, I position my self, and my wife guides
my cock into Jacy's pink inner flesh, Jacy's hips raise
to meet my entrance, I slowly and gently work my member
into her until I can go no further. I start to stroke in
and out now, full length, my balls slapping gently onto
her arse as I feel the end of her love channel.
I use her several times that night, the last time; she
comes to while I am fucking her. I don't stop, and she
doesn't fight, she wraps her legs around me, and looks at
my sleeping wife next to us.
"Do you mind if I stay over again, when I don't have a
hang over?" She whispers into my ear.
"I'd love it," I reply, shooting my semen deep inside
her.
"I don't fool around on my husband, but seeing as he is
gay, I don't think I can face him again."
"Why don't you move in here, we don't mind sharing," I
say.
Jacy didn't move in, her husband had his balls amputated,
and is much more mellow person now. He doesn't seem to
mind that his wife is having a white baby. Nine months
after he lost his balls he understands it's the only way
he'll ever have a kid.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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