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Kelly Gets Even - 4
by Joe (vpriv@aol.com)
***
The past few months have been non eventful for Kelly
and I. Except that she has stopped shaving her sweet
pussy. But last night, at her office party, my "old
girlfriend" made an unexpected appearance. Kelly was
furious. But with more then one surprise guest in
attendance, she was prepared. Throughout the evening
she supplied me with a few unpleasant surprises of her
own. (MF, wife, voy, intr, cuck, huml)
***
PART 4
Earlier this evening we very unexpectedly had Kelly's
fourth "getting even fantasy fulfillment".
For those of you that don't know our circumstances, let
me explain. When my wife discovered that I'd had an
affair she offered me two choices. We could either
divorce, or she "Would be allowed to get even with me."
With no idea of what that could mean, it sounded like a
better alternative then splitting up.
At 44, she is still beautiful. And very sexy. She
continues to have an attractive, seductive way about
her. She's 5'5", nice firm 35-inch breasts with large
sensitive nipples. Her hips a slightly larger then when
we married, but they are still very shapely and tight.
She had taken enormous pride in the fact that prior to
our dating, and subsequent marriage, she had had sex
with only 2 other very lucky guys.
Kelly had practiced fidelity and faithfulness
throughout our relationship. She had expected the same
from me. I hadn't. And I got caught. So now, with our
new-formed arrangement, the number of her sexual
fantasies and adventures is rapidly expanding.
***
Her first "get even, fantasy fulfillment" happened
eight months ago. She arranged to have sex. But not
with me. Simply put, she fucked another guy. And she
made me be there, albeit blindfolded. She also made me
participate in various ways. (Kelly Starts to Get
Even.) The lucky bastard was the first guy to enjoy her
beautiful body since we got together over 15 years ago.
Her next foray into sexual adventure occurred a month
later. That evening Kelly made her intentions perfectly
clear. She made me chose the next guy who was going to
be getting on top of her as she spread her legs!
Contributing to her (our?) excitement, she honestly
didn't know if one guy or two guys ended up fucking her
that evening. (Kelly Gets Even No.2)
The next morning, upon her return, she was a sore. And
slightly embarrassed. However, she managed to laugh and
tell me "until we got together those many years ago, I
had only had two lovers. Now, just the past month the
number of guys who've I let screw me has at least
doubled. And I'm doing it while being a married woman!
As your wife. How's that feel?"
Her third adventure was five months ago. That day Kelly
had me "service" a friend of hers. Lori was an
attractive married woman in her mid thirties. Unknown
to us, Lori had a very hairy pussy. And at Kelly's
request, prior to our "get together" Lori had been
freshly fucked. By a black man. (Kelly Gets Even No.3)
***
Since our day with Lori, things have pretty much
returned to normal. Except Kelly has stopped shaving
and trimming the hair between her legs. She told me
that her decision was made by a combination of three
different reasons.
The first was a racy comment made by the roommate of
her "pick up fuck buddy". After Kelly had gone home
with Leonard, his roommate got to enjoy a quick peek at
her naked body. He had heard Kelly and Leonard screwing
for over an hour. And he told Leonard that he would
appreciate a quick peek at the middle-aged women who
could have sex like that. When he saw that she only had
a little strip of pubic hair he remarked, "If she
really likes taking her husband a used pussy, then
maybe she should stop shaving. Take him home a good
hairy beaver to munch on next time. I'll bet he'd never
forget the taste and smell of that thing." After a few
days, Kelly began to like his crude idea.
The second factor had been watching my surprise at
seeing Loris abundant bush. Kelly told me that it also
was an unexpected turn on for her. When Lori lowered
her panties, it was apparent that she hadn't trimmed
her bush in years. Kelly loved forcing my head between
Loris furry thighs. She especially enjoyed the thought
of me eating the dry, matted cum off of Loris used,
hairy, pussy lips.
However, the third, and primary reason that she stopped
shaving was very simple. She knows how much I love to
lick her nice, smooth, hairless pussy lips. After all,
that was the reason that she had shaved it on a daily
basis for the past 15 years. So, she concluded, to
remind me that she could deny me the joys of her sweet
shaven pussy, she discontinued shaving.
For the first few weeks, the new growth created a
little discomfort for each of us. I don't particularly
like to eat her fuzzy muff. The hairs tickled my face.
And they made Kelly's crotch itch constantly.
But after a month, as her pubic hair grew longer and
thicker, the itching subsided. Now, near the end of the
fourth month, the hair became so long and thick that
she started to enjoy the changing new look and feel
between her legs. She also enjoys the reaction of our
friends, and others, who get a view of her mid section
when she wears her new "French cut" swim suit. She
especially likes the effect it has on the teenage boys
down at the marina.
The twisted delight of knowing that she could make me
clean her bush any time that she wants helps keep her
constantly aroused. She knows that when I buried my
head between her thighs, that I have to pull her hairy
pussy lips apart just to get to her slit. Kelly knows
that she can make me eat my sticky, freshly deposited
cum out of her hairy crotch at her discretion.
But again, other then not shaving, our sex life had
become rather non-eventful... until just a few hours
ago...
***
Kelly is a mid-level executive at a privately held
corporation. She has outstanding organizational skills
and an eye for creating a unique, stimulating
environment. Her corporate office party was scheduled
for this evening. While insisting that things were done
right, even though planning and overseeing "a party" is
well below her normal duties, the owner still put her
in charge.
As we were getting dressed for the evening, Kelly made
sure that I got glimpse of her beautiful breasts. She
also flashed me her undies. She giggled and said,
"Honey, look what's peeking from my new white thong...
if you're a good boy, maybe I'll have ya bury your head
down there later... before we make love, and then if
you fuck me hard enough, I might make ya clean me
up..."
Kelly gave me a seductive wink and finished getting
ready.
In order to make sure that all of the finishing touches
had been completed to her satisfaction, she left the
house an hour before the expected arrival of the
guests. I drove to the party a couple hours later.
The party was absolutely great. Old friends, music,
great food, and the adult beverages were being consumed
at a rapid pace. The atmosphere was perfect. The old
building that housed the event was warm and rustic
compared to the stoic places that they'd been in before
Kelly got involved.
My wife had done an outstanding job. She arranged for
her favorite caterer. A group that had been a huge hit
two years earlier. She also arranged for one of the
premier local D.J's. Upon my arrival, I noticed a
subtle grin when she mentioned that he was a guy that
we'd heard of...
***
The food, the music, the location, the entire party was
absolutely perfect... until "my old girlfriend" showed
up. Monica had come with the caterers. When I saw her I
remembered that she was a friend with one of the
partners in the outfit. Apparently she had asked to
come with them under the pretense of wanting to see
firsthand what these corporate events were really like.
But I immediately knew that she had very different
motives. Monica had invited herself with two
objectives. One was to humiliate Kelly. The other was
to embarrass me. To make us feel as awkward and
uncomfortable as possible.
Kelly's a very private person. A very well respected
member of her team. So when "my old girlfriend" caught
her eye, Kelly couldn't show her shock and anger. None
of her colleagues knew of my marital infidelity. And
Kelly was determined to keep it that way.
A few moments after noticing Monica, Kelly excused
herself from our small group. I knew that she was more
than a little pissed off. She immediately, yet calmly,
walked toward the bar. I was relieved to see her
laughing as she chatted with a couple of the guys from
her department. She then turned my way and motioned as
if to tell me that she was going to use the restroom. I
watched her sexy ass as she made her way down the hall
toward the facilities. I also noticed a couple of the
other fellows watching her too...
Five minutes went by. Then ten. Finally, after fifteen
minutes Kelly returned. As she sat down next to me, she
grabbed my hand and guided it under the table. I then
felt her put something in it. Something damp. As I
started to pull my hand up, I suddenly realized it was
her thong.
She smiled and whispered, "That little bitch makes me
just as hot as she does you... just in a different
way... so to relieve some of my urges I decided to go
and have a little fun... smell behind my ears... I just
had some of my wet pussy juice put there... by some
very large, talented fingers... don't you say a damn
thing... just watch the reaction I get when I dance...
sit there and imagine how much fun I had having this
taken off... but if you ask anymore questions, I'll
have some guys do a lot more then just remove my
thong..."
She then abruptly stood up and went and got our drinks
refilled. She brought me back a glass of Jack.
Straight. Without rocks. When I saw that she had
switched to drinking screwdrivers, I knew that I was
about to be in deep, deep, shit. While Kelly rarely
drinks liquor she becomes an extremely sarcastic bitch.
And her hormones become elevated to an almost
uncontrollable level.
***
Then Kelly glared across the room and saw her uninvited
guest again. I knew she was becoming more and more
agitated...and that she was caught in a place where she
couldn't express her emotions. Only she, Monica, and I
knew what those were.
A moment later Kelly subtly slid her hand down my arm
and grabbed my hand. As she did, she squeezed it so
tight that my wedding ring painfully mashed into the
two adjacent fingers. Then, while turning ever so
slightly, she "accidentally" stomped on the insole of
my foot. In her sarcastic voice she announced "The
screwdriver. My, this drink certainly is appropriately
named."
I had told "My old girlfriend" that Kelly didn't want
our issues becoming public knowledge. Yet about an hour
after arriving, she brazenly walked over to where we
were standing. Somehow, she managed to stand between
Kelly and me. She occasionally injected herself into
the conversation. Making just a few brief comments. But
ones with strong sexual innuendos. Cleverly disguised
innuendoes that only Kelly and I understood.
Kelly was absolutely furious!
***
A moment later she grabbed my hand and led me down one
of the empty halls. When we entered one of the bedrooms
she quietly shut the door. Knowing that we were where
no could hear or see us, she turned and threw her arms
around me. She then sat on one of the beds, laid back,
spread her legs and began to run her figures through
her lush bush. Revealing her uncovered hairy, wet,
fragrant pussy.
Needless to say, I was shocked.
She leaned up and whispered "baby you know how much I
love you... but tonight has crossed the line... so look
here motherfucker...you had to have known that there
was a chance that little bitch could be here. Damn you.
If I had known I could have changed caterers... so ya
know what hubby dearest... we're going to go out there
and put on our little happy faces. And we'll just
pretend to enjoy the rest of the evening. Oh, but baby,
I think that tonight, tonight I'll arrange a surprise
for us..."
With that, she got up, pulled her dress down and we
headed back down the hallway. When we got back to the
main ballroom we noticed that Monica was gone. What a
huge relief. For both of us. However, as we made our
way amongst the guests, I noticed that Kelly was still
very upset. And who could blame her.
***
Before we reached our table, one of her colleagues ask
her to dance. I had to sit and watch for the next hour
as she danced with four different guys. She was like a
magnet. And she was thoroughly enjoying their reaction
to the erotic scent behind her ears...
She especially enjoyed her slow dances with one of the
cocky young new marketing guys. He subtly rubbed her
ass and smiled toward me as he to advantage of the
opportunity to hold my beautiful wife. I watched as she
put her lips next to his ear. Judging by his reaction,
he liked what he was hearing...and smelling. She then
repeated the process with three other handsome
colleagues.
Later she approached me asked me to dance. The set
included two slow ones. With Kelly hugging me a little
closer then normal, we made our way around the floor
Her obvious intention was to make it appear that we
were a happy couple. But while dancing, she was
whispering sarcastic, very graphic, erotic words to me.
She sighed as she reminded me of the details of her
previous "fantasy fulfillment" episodes.
She took particular delight as she laughed and said,
"Guess who else is here... remember your first taste of
cock... the morning I blindfolded you... remember what
huge dick he has... how I made you suck it...and my
reaction to how good his dick felt in my tight little
married cunt... well baby... he's here tonight."
She laughed and informed me, "But he isn't the one who
I had take my thong off... don't ask any questions...
just hold me... knowing that earlier I let one of these
men see and play with me... think about how I
intentionally went down that hall with him... knowing
that I was going to show him my pussy... I wanted him
to take my thong off... I wanted you to be here in the
next room while he did...I hope that you like that your
wife, me, I had another guy help me start getting
undressed for the evening..."
She continued, "The funny thing is that I hate the
bastard, the drunken fool, you should have seen the
look on his face when I told him to get on his on his
knees, it was beautiful, as I pulled my dress up, he
pulled my thong down, with his teeth, I loved feeling
him breathing hard, I just stood there holding my dress
up, then I spread my legs and let him finger for a
minute, then I made him stop, I could hear his
frustration as he leaned forward to get one good last
smell, when he did I felt his tongue snake it's way
toward my slit, I laughed as I thought he's just
getting me ready for later, you should have seen the
pitiful look on his face when I stepped back, the
fucking bastard, I never liked him, no worries, he's so
drunk he'll never remember."
She concluded, "I enjoyed leaving him hard and
frustrated. Just like I'm going to leave you."
We continued to dance, she seductively rubbed her body
next to mine, and I knew it was going to be a night in
which she was going to humiliate me. But strangely,
half way through the second song, I felt my cock
starting to harden. I knew that she had hoped that
would happen because she slowly reached down and
squeezed it. And she kept squeezing. Harder and harder.
So hard that I thought that I would pass out!
She maintained her vice like grip, smiled she said,
"After seeing your "little bitch" tonight, I'm going to
get mine, and plenty of it, I don't know who, what, or
where, maybe I'll let you know, maybe I'll leave it up
to your imagination..."
***
When we finished dancing the remainder of the set we
made the obligatory rounds. Kelly appeared energized by
socializing with her contemporaries. At times she made
it a point to tell me to retrieve another round of
drinks for her friends. It was then that I noticed that
she appeared to be flirting with several of the guys,
She was like a magnet. The guys absolutely wouldn't
leave her alone. She seemed to especially enjoy her
slow dances with one of the cocky young marketing guys.
I was forced to watch as he subtly rubbed her ass and
smile my way as he enjoyed the opportunity to hold my
beautiful wife. I watched her put her head next to his
ear. Judging by his reaction, he liked what he was
hearing, and smelling. She then repeated the process
with two other colleagues.
***
Much to my relief, after her dancing ended we sat a
table with two other executives and their wives. My
pain had subsided and I started to joke with the other
guys. They had each had more than enough to drink. One
of the guys complained, "While I'm still a hot young
stud, the little filly doesn't allow our sex life to be
what it was when we got married."
Even at such a Juvenal comment, everybody was compelled
to laugh. Everybody but Kelly. When one of the older
gals noticed Kelly's stoic looks, she resentfully look
at my beautiful wife and said, "Well then, how 'bout you
Miss Kelly? Things still get a little steamy, a little
damp, over at your house?"
Everybody laughed. Everyone except Kelly. Smiling, she
promptly replied, "I'm very happy about where our
relationship is. And if you really must know, things
are great. We're doing things that I'd never imagined."
As they turned their attention to me, I could only
return her smile. Then, in a drunken stupor, one of the
guys awkwardly leaned over to give me a high five. They
all laughed. Except Kelly. She sat and glared at me
through one of her sarcastic smiles.
She then told us that she needed to pay the caterers
and gracefully excused herself, but not before she
whispered to me that she had paid them in advance. As
Kelly got up and walked away she turned and smiled at
me. Leaving me to wonder where she actually was going.
***
The silence at our table was broken when one of the
couples got up to dance. Left alone, I went and
refilled my drink. Twice. About twenty minutes later
Kelly returned. She smiled and leaned over and kissed
me. I was surprised because it was so out of character
for her to shown affection in public. As our lips were
pressed together, I noticed that her kiss tasted a
little different. When she pulled away she looked me in
the eyes and gave me one of her famous sarcastic looks.
Her boss, who was sitting at our table, also gave us a
questioning look. He than announced that he and his
wife wanted to dance. With a quick grin, Kelly promptly
asked what songs they would like to hear. The 'ol farts
came up with different selections. However, a drink or
two later they agreed on two old rocks and two sappy
slow ones.
Kelly quickly left our table and took the list up to
the D.J. After a minute or two, I looked over and
noticed that they were laughing. And While watching
them, more then a few of us recognized that Kelly, an
executive, and the hired D.J. were exhibiting some
pretty strong erotic body language. In fact, their
actions appeared to suggest that they were a familiar,
maybe a little too comfortable.
As I watched, my thoughts were interrupted when one of
the wives, not knowing that I could hear, whispered to
her friend, "How unbelievably sexy that Leon is. He's
absolutely making my panties wet. Watch the way they
move back there in the booth. Those huge black hands,
those gyrating hips, yummy, I bet that guy can keep a
girl happy. I've heard stories that he has slept with
more then a few white gals. Leaving each of them sore
and satisfied, and wanting more. Do you ever fantasize
about that type of thing? Every girl does."
Suddenly I developed a huge knot in my stomach. I
remembered that Kelly's friend, the slut who's used
pussy I was made me lick, had mentioned a D.J. named
Leon. I attempted to shrug it off. I hoped that Kelly
wasn't up there talking with him and remembering the
descriptions of the cock that had almost ripped Lori
apart.
However, as the thought crossed my mind, for some very
strange reason, I found myself actually smiling with
envy at Leon. I remembered Lori describing their
evening, specially the details about his big cock.
And I desperately hope that Kelly wouldn't notice my
reaction.
Then one of the ol gals let out a long fake moan. She
whispered, "When I was in college, I saw a black guy.
You know, on the side, of course. My friends would have
killed me if they'd found out. But I'll tell ya, it was
my best sex ever. He could go all day and all night."
The other woman looked away and told her that she was
disgusting.
I had to laugh. To myself. And at myself. I thought,
"You fucken old prudes, you have no idea what
disgusting is. If you had half a clue of what Kelly has
made me do, making me be there when she fucked a guy,
making me ask another guy to take her home, making me
lick and eat the hairy cunt of her friend who'd just
been fucked, you naive 'ol bitches, you have no idea
what disgusting is!!!"
Kelly stayed with the D.J. a few minutes longer. Then,
with a huge, glowing smile, she returned to our table.
At that moment, I knew Leon was the guy. And while
shooting me her sarcastic smile, Kelly knew that I had
figured it out too.
***
Once at the table, Kelly grabbed my hand and led us to
the dance floor. As we approaching the dancing area,
for one of the few times since adolescence, I was
hoping that I didn't get a hard on! Kelly molded into
my arms. I thought "Oh no, here we go again." But I was
relieved when my cock didn't expand as she caressed me.
I wasn't providing her opportunity to painfully squeeze
it again. Internally I chuckled. I was proud of myself
because I wasn't getting hard. (I know, how fucked up
is that!)
While the dancing continued, she snuggled up close to
me. I was beginning to hope that maybe she was
reconsidering her earlier comments. I figured that
since she'd already let a guy take her thong off, that
maybe she was through for the evening. With her head on
my shoulder, I smelled the familiar smell of her juices
she had been applied to her neck. I began to feel her
rubbing her pelvis against mine. She leaned back and
kissed me again.
Then she chuckled, "Taste something familiar?" I
mentioned that her kisses indeed tasted different, but
I told her that I thought is was from her drinking
screwdrivers. She whimpered "You dumb ass. I told you
that I had paid the caterers in advance. Where do you
think I went?"
When I didn't answer she smiled and told me, "That's
the taste of cum on my breath. When ya'll thought I was
paying the caterers, I snuck back to bedroom again.
With our special friend, the guy whose cock you sucked,
that's what you taste baby..."
Stunned, I looked at her and she continued, "When I ask
him to meet me back there, I had every intention of
having him fucking me, right here with all of my fellow
works, and of course you, just down the hall. The idea
has been turning me on all night. So I ask him to
follow me. When we got back there I shut the door. He
was rubbing my ass as he gave me a nice long kiss. Then
he figured out that I didn't have my panties on.
"He firmly told me to lie on the bed. I willingly did. I
laid down with my head hanging over the edge. Looking
right at the growing budge in his pants. I wanted to
watch as he unzipped and let me see that beautiful cock
again. I hoped that he was just going to get on me, but
as I pulled my dress up, I pulled my legs up and spread
them. He let out a long gasp. As he was unzipping his
pants he laughed and said that there must be a story
behind me growing my abundant bush. He reminded me that
when the three of us were together that I had hairless
lips.
"When his pants fell to the floor, that beautiful cock
was right in my face. As I leaned up to kiss it, he
asked me to pull my pussy lips apart, and to finger
myself. I am still mesmerized by the size of his
throbbing cock. The last thing I had the chance to say
was that you and the company President were right next-
door.
"He then grabbed be by the back of the head and told me
to open wide, and I did, Oh baby, there I was, laying
back, my head over the edge of that bed, my legs pulled
up and spread, my fingers rubbing my clit. It must have
been to much because after only a few kisses on the
head of his cock, he filled my mouth with cum. So
that's what your tasting as you kiss me, now kiss me
again, now!
"We continued to dance. As she told me that although she
had wanted him to screw he, she really wasn't upset
that it didn't turn out that way. She said she enjoyed
how decadent she felt while sucking his cock at the
party. She also liked the thought of kissing me
afterwards. And she reminded me "I'll be getting plenty
of cock a little later..."
I had hoped that she was done for the evening. But I
whispered, "Maybe you'll still let me bury my head
between your legs when we got home?" she gave no verbal
response. She simply snatched her head off my shoulder
and looked away. But I continued, "Come on baby, I'll
do anything that you wanted me to do for the rest of
the weekend."
Turning her head, she glared at me and said, "Yes, I
know you will."
After a minute of silence, she caught me off guard when
she whispered, "I gave Leon my number, I told him to
call, to call us, I've decided to go out on a date with
him, I told him that I knew that you'd be O.K. with it,
what ya think honey, I can fell your little pecker
coming to life, Oh my, you must like the idea, what's
wrong baby, you like the idea of your little Lilly
white wife spreading her legs for Leon?" I then knew
that my humiliation was just starting.
***
Her words and thoughts were ripping me apart. I knew
that this was Kelly's way of letting me know that it
was my turn to feel the pain. Letting me know how
seeing Monica, at her own party, was devastating. She
was letting me know that while I had simply been
frustrated with Monica's antics, her evening, an
evening that should have brought her great
satisfaction, had been shattered.
But for some corrupt, strange reason, I began to have a
few perverted thoughts creep into my head. Twisted,
kinky ideas about weather Kelly was really sure that
Leon, our D.J., was the guy Lori had been seeing. As I
tried to put myself at ease as I thought there had to
be a lot of black Disc Jockeys named Leon, yeah right,
trying to talk myself into the idea that Kelly really
wasn't attracted to black guys, I was certain that she
wouldn't be interested in having sex with one, after
all, I rationalized, she'd never mentioned it, not even
in her fantasizes.
I found myself smiling with envy as I looked at Leon. I
realize that my wife, my beautiful wife, had just told
that she wanted to go out on a date with him. And I
knew that essentially she was telling me that she was
going to give herself to him. To the man who's cock had
possibility done permanently damage to her friend
vagina. But strangely, my cock continued to swell.
Then I remembered Lori. The sight, the taste, the
smell, and worst of all, the feel of her used,
stretched hole. He had almost ripped it open. It was
left a huge, messy, gaping wet gash. And now I was
hoping against hope, that Kelly wasn't going to
experience the same thing.
***
Finally the party ended. I stayed with Kelly until
everybody but the owner and his wife were left. He and
I shared some jokes. We had another drink. Actually, to
numb my nerves, I had three more. While he and I joked,
Kelly chatted with his wife. I couldn't hear them, but
they seemed to be whispering and giggling a lot. I
wondered if she was the one who had mentioned how she
had loved screwing a black guy.
About ten minutes later they left. Leaving Kelly and I
to lock up. On our way out we saw Leon finishing
loading his van. Kelly grabbed my arm and said "honey,
I need to make sure I didn't loose his number. Watch
carefully, and maybe, just maybe, you'll get to watch
me kiss my first black man. Stand here and watch. Do
you understand?"
With her sexy strut, she made her way to Leon's van. I
heard her say, "Thanks again for doing such a great job
tonight. Everybody loved the music and us girls loved
watching your sexy booty grinding away back there
behind the mike."
As she was talking, Leon dug in his pocket and gave her
something. She laughed, and after a moment of
hesitation, she reached up and threw her arms around
his big powerful neck. He glanced my way. Then he
leaned over and gave my wife a long, soulful kiss. I
also noticed him caress her ass in the process, I knew
that he knew that she didn't have panties on, and that
he had caught a whiff of the special juices behind her
ears.
After the kiss broke off Kelly turned and walked toward
me. About twenty feet later she stopped, looked back
and said "Hey, do you remember that Lori, our friend
that you screwed a couple of months? Well we're the
couple she told ya about. Actually it was for him.
Wanna do me sometime big boy?" Leon laughed and got in
his van and pulled away.
Kelly and I were finally alone. She sarcastically told
me how much she loved me. She reminded me of our
agreement. That if she didn't divorce me she would be
allowed, "to get even."
Suddenly her anger flared when she remembered Monica.
Saying "that little bitch had a lot of gull for showing
up at my party"! As the words came out, Kelly became
more and more upset. Working her self into frenzy,
suddenly, she stopped, and quietly walked away.
Looking back over her shoulder she informed me "Don't
wait up. I'm gunna show my pussy to yet another guy.
Including you, he'll be the fourth one to see it
tonight. I might go to the river to see if she can find
my friend, or should I say our friends? It's playtime
for Kelly. Now go home and be a good little boy. Be
ready for me in the morning."
As she drove away I thought how this was unlike the
other times. She had told always planned for her
activities. But this time was different. I was left to
wonder. Because of the tension, the alcohol, and the
concerns of the unknown, I was left to drift into the
deep crevices of my imagination.
Confuse, yet excited, I walked to my car, turned the
key and slowly drove home.
***
When I walked in the house I noticed a message on the
machine. With a quick glance at the caller ID, I knew
it was Kelly. She'd called ten minutes earlier. I began
to worry. I wondered if she'd had an accident, if she
had a flat tire, all of the things that any normal
spouse would worry about if their partner was out at
that hour.
Pressing the button, I listened. She sounded out of
breath. I heard her incoherently mumbling. Finally,
after a moment of silence she said, " Hi honey, I
decided that I was to tired to go downtown. I'm wiped
out. The party, the alcohol, seeing that little bitch,
watching Leon behind his little booth, I'm exhausted,
I'll be home soon, but not before, well not before I
spend another delicious moment with this black stud."
I stared at the phone, she continued "And I'm sure you
know what Leon can do for a frustrated, hurt girl, well
baby, your little wife is going to find out, you gave
me permission, remember?"
To magnifying my discomfort, she conclude, "You know
what's making this so exciting, we'll be close enough
to the house that you might hear me scream, or maybe
the neighbors might hear me, would you like that baby,
just lie there and play with your little pecker, and
imagine what Leon will be doing with your wife."
***
I was resigned to sit and imagined Kelly in Leon's
arms. Wondering what he was going to do to her. I
wondered how she would ask Leon to fuck her. I wondered
how he would react to hearing that request from yet
another married women. Another married white women.
A sick feeling come over me as I knew that if they
managed to get his huge cock into my wife that she'd
never be the same. As I lay in our bed, I was forced to
think about big black Leon. About him trying to work
his huge cock into my wife. I couldn't imagine how, or
if, he was going to get the whole thing in her. I
didn't want to think about how, upon finding out how
tight her pussy is, that he might have to use force.
Knowing how painful it would be for her. I wondered if
she would beg him to continue? Or if he would continue
regardless weather she wanted him to or not.
A half hour later the phone rang. It was Kelly. I
picked it up and whispered "hello." The phone was
obviously lying on the seat next to her. I could hear
Kelly breathing hard. I heard the low, muffled grunting
sounds of sex. I could barely make out the words but I
did understand her asking "please, please, at least
kiss me once."
A few minutes later Kelly picked up the phone. In her
sweet, sarcastic tone she said, "Hi baby, guess where I
am? I'm in the cul-de-sac at the end of the street. You
know, right at the end of our neighborhood, and well,
well, Leon's on top of me. It hurts honey. It's so
fucking big, but we're trying to, well lay there and
imagine..."
The phone went dead. Then it rang again. I grabbed it
in anger and yelled, "How disgusted I am that your just
laying there having a black guy fuck you. Tell him how
you've always been opposed to interracial dating, yet
now you call me as your letting a black man use and
ravage your beautiful body, Kelly, Kelly, please no!"
She laughed. As the phone went dead again.
Minutes later she called again. I heard her yell "Baby
tell us your sorry, if I had know that it was this
good, I would have done this years ago, now get your
ass down here, right now, I'm on speakerphone, and
Leon's listening to all your bullshit, we have
something to show you, get your ass down here right
now!"
***
I did as I was told. I saw Kelly's Yukon parked in the
middle of the cul-de-sac. I was relieved to see that
Leon's van wasn't there. With a very sick feeling I
stayed in my car. I turned out my lights and began to
hope that the entire evening had been a bad, bad
nightmare, that she really hadn't let another guy
finger her, that she didn't really sucked another guys
dick, but mostly I hoped that she really hadn't been
with Leon.
While sitting there my phone rang again. In an excited
voice Kelly ordered, "Hurry over here, I have
something I want you to see, come to the passenger
window, you won't believe it, but, honey, I we did it."
I got out and slowly walked over to the window. As I
looked in, I noticed that her face was red and flushed.
Her eyes looked as if she had been crying. She was half
sitting, half lying on the back seats of her vehicle.
As she lowered the window, I could smell that
undeniable smell of sex. Her legs were draped over the
console, I couldn't bring myself to look any closer.
In a muffled voice she said, "Hi honey, I did it, we
actually got all of that huge black cock inside of me,
wow it hurt so fucking bad, I begged him to go slow, to
be gentle, the bastard stopped, rolled me over on my
knees, slapped my ass, and kept pushing.
It hurt so fucking bad, I was determined, it was
banging my pussy in places never touched, I pleaded
with to be gentle, he just reached up and slapped my
ass again, it kind of turned me on, then baby, baby,
with one last had hard plunge, that black monster was
finally inside, inside your wife's sweet little cunt.
Starting to cry she continued, "Get closer, look at my
titties, look at my cunt, tell me if my pussy looks
like Loris did, tell me if you like seeing a Blackman's
cum leaking out of your lily white wife."
I forced myself to look. Her breasts had huge hickies
on them. Looking down further I noticed that the seat
was wet. Kelly was wet from her navel, through her
thick pussy hair, down to the middle of her thighs. Cum
was everywhere.
For some perverted reason, with twisted excitement, I
reach my hand thought the window. Just as I was about
to caress her legs she stopped me. She abruptly laid
back and told me to go home. To get in bed and wait for
her. I did.
About 5 minutes later she walked in our room. She
laughed and mentioned something about Monica as her
dress fell to the floor. I thought about how only hours
earlier, before we left for the party, how pure she had
looked. Then I remembered that somebody else had
removed her thong. And then I thought about how a
second guy had seen her pussy as she sucked his cock.
Kelly leaned over, picked up her dress, and found a
large deposit of cum on a section. Then she proceeded
to rub it on my face. Silently she took off the rest of
her cloths off and got on the bed.
When I leaned over to hug her she spurred my advances.
She rolled over, reached under our bed and pulled out
her huge dildo. The one that had cause her so much pain
only months earlier. When she spread her legs, I
noticed that there was no need for her to pull her
hairy pussy lips apart. They looked swollen and sore.
Her swollen slit was clearly visible. And between her
legs was loose, dripping hole.
Silently, while looking me in the eyes, she lowered the
huge dildo to her crotch. My eyes instinctively
followed the toy. She smiled as she held the toy that
had previously caused her so much pain. Then, in
amazement, I watched as she easily inserted the massive
fake cock into pussy. With the look of satisfaction,
she grinned at me.
***
A moment later, she extracted the toy. As she
continuing to smile, she brought it to my face. She
slowly rubbed it on my lips. Then, telling me to "open
wide" she slowly inserted the head into my mouth. She
then withdrew it and wiped the remaining gooey white
remnants on my face.
Quietly she leaned over, put the toy away, and reached
for her phone. She dialed. A man answered. In an
excited, yet hesitant voice, she said "Yes, he drove
down, no I haven't let him touch me, you want me to
sleep in what, Leon, I haven't slept in those in years,
yes sir, O.K, I'll tell him, six o'clock, of course I
have the directions, see ya then..."
She laughed and handed me the phone.
When Leon spoke, I was could only respond. "No, no,
she's O.K, I guess she liked it, OK dammit, she loved
it, what, no I won't touch her tonight, she hasn't told
me about tomorrow night, that's all night, well, I
guess so, how long, I didn't mean it that way, until
noon, I guess that'll be fine, what, yes you can, Leon,
you can fuck my wife, O.K. Leon, please fuck my wife
again," he laughed as I heard him hang up.
Kelly got up, went down stairs, and returned in an old
pair of flannel pajamas. She got in bed, rolled over
with her back to me, and silently went to sleep,
I lay there realizing that I had consented to her
staying at Leon's house the following evening. I knew
what condition that she would be in upon her return. I
was very frustrated knowing that I wouldn't be seeing
her pussy, or even be allowed to touch her breasts
until she got home...
And I know that Sunday afternoon she'll make me write
another letter...
***
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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