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.

The End