A Mistake That Cost Me My wife

A Mistake That Cost Me My wife
By Smal4u@aol.com


This is a rather sad story about how a person's indiscretions can result in a horrible outcome and hurt others they love. It's about me and a mistake I made several years ago that I now know that I will never be able to overcome.

My name is Barry and I'm a thirty-year-old junior executive type at a global manufacturing company. My wife Joyce and I met in college and dated for two years and after we graduated, we got married shortly after. We were both fortunate to find good jobs in a nice southern city. I run the engineering department for one of the manufacturing facility while Joyce is a commercial loan officer at a local bank.

My problems began when we hired several temporary workers to assist us with an expansion project at the plant. One of the temporary employees was a twenty-year-old black girl named Cheriece who was charged with helping me with miscellaneous administrative activities. She wasn't particularly bright, in fact, she was barely capable of doing the simple tasks we needed her to do for the project, but she tried hard and had a really pleasant demeanor, so she was allowed to stay on.

Cheriece was not a beautiful woman by any means, although she did have a certain simple charm that I found strangely alluring. She was of medium height and slightly overweight, however two features of Cheriece stood out. The first was a set of very large breasts and the second was a very nice full round ass.

The thing I found most strange about my attraction towards Cheriece was that I had never really spent much time around blacks and I had always heard black women loved fucking and I couldn’t help but wonder if Cheriece was like that. My wife Joyce is a stunning beauty, but the truth is that sex was disappointing with her and it was pretty obvious that she wasn’t all that interested. During the first couple weeks of working with Cheriece, I would often lay awake at night and question myself as to why I was having these feelings about her. My own wife Joyce, was about 5'7" tall and weighed 126 pounds with shoulder length blond hair and perfect C cup breasts that were set high on her slender frame and everyone that met her found her attractive. Overall, she was amazingly attractive with her best feature being her long legs that transitioned into a nicely toned butt and while Joyce was perfect in most ways, but when it came to sex, she frustrated me. She was always very conservative sexually, despite my attempts to get her to loosen up, and I was always the one that had to initiate things and even when she consented to sex, our lovemaking was mostly limited to traditional missionary sex, and it seemed as if I could never bring her to orgasm and I wondered whether my interest in Cheriece was a result of my wife's sexual limitations.

It was three weeks into Cheriece’s assignment when she and I first stayed late together to finish up a report. Everyone else had left the building and over the next couple hours we worked, chatted about each other's life and background. Cheriece opened up some as we talked and our closeness continued to develop further over the next month. I learned that she had grown up in a rural environment with an uneducated ******, that both her parents had died when she was young, and that she had three brothers but had been raised mostly by her older brother. She had only finished the sixth grade and I often found it difficult to maintain a conversation with her. She told me she currently lived alone in a trailer house with two cats that belonged to a ****** friend who was currently working in another state.

It was a fateful Thursday evening in early August, when we were once again working late to meet a deadline, that we crossed the line. All day long it had been storming, and it was still bad weather when the time came to leave. Rather than face the weather, I convinced Cheriece to go with me for a drink at a bar about a half a mile away to give the storms time to die down, then I would drive her home. Since she usually used a combination of the bus and rides from neighbors to get to work, I assured her this method would be far better in this weather. We pulled into the parking lot together and ran inside, then spent the next two hours drinking and talking. Mostly, it was me doing the drinking and the talking and her responding to my questions. It was in the dark corner of the bar that I first put my hand on her jean covered leg and began to try and seduce Cheriece. I have to admit that I felt a bit guilty going after this rather backward black girl, but I did it anyway.


She pushed my hand away and reminded me that I was married several times but of course, this just made the challenge that much more interesting. I slid over close to her and whispered how attractive and sexy I found her and told her that my wife didn't understand me. The evening ended with only one long kiss in the parking lot before I took her home, dropping her off at a beat up old trailer, in a rural area past the edge of town. Although she turned down my offer to go inside, I was confident that Cheriece could be had with a little more effort.

It took two more evenings like this one over the next couple weeks before Cheriece finally surrendered. That evening, I ended up taking her to her trailer and making out with her on the couch before getting her back to the bedroom. It took a lot of sweet talk, and even a little force to get the clothes off her body and I sucked on and played with her large breasts for a long time before spreading her thick thighs and fucking her until I emptied my balls inside her surprisingly tight pussy. After resting for a while, I fucked her two more times before I gathered my clothes and left after giving her a quick peck on her lips.

The following couple days at work were a bit awkward before things seemed to get back to normal. Having experienced Cheriece sexually, I was a little distant and acted as if I had lost interest and it was almost two weeks later before I tried her again. Like before, it was a night we were working late, and when it came time to leave I more or less invited myself to her place. It took an hour for me to get her to bed, and even as I pulled her clothes off she was protesting. I ignored her words and this time I took her from behind while I played with her breasts and pulled on her thick nipples before flipping her over and finishing in the missionary position with her fat thighs pushed back so that her knees touched her breasts.

After that night, I had her one more time, this time during lunch, but by now she was becoming clingy and even somewhat indiscreet during work, so I cooked up a performance issue and went to HR and had her terminated. I was gone when they walked her out the door and although I felt bad for her for a couple of days, I rationalized that she could find another administrative job pretty quickly.

By the following week, I had mostly forgotten about Cheriece and was back to a normal routine. The dalliance with her seemed to add something to my sexual ego, and sex with Joyce increased a bit, although I still found it mostly vanilla and not all that satisfying.

Joyce and I are both avid skiers and we had an early season trip planned for two weeks before Christmas. It was an opportunity to use up some built up vacation and to spend some time alone before the ****** things started. We were going to Vail for a week from Saturday to Saturday and staying at a condo right on the slopes. Friday evening, we finished packing then went to bed early so we could be rested for the trip and be prepared for our mid-morning flight. It was still dark outside when we woke and dressed for the trip. I was wearing jeans and a turtle neck shirt under my ski parka, while Joyce, always the stylish one, had on jeans tucked into Italian made leather boots and a sweater that highlighted her lovely breasts. I put several pieces of luggage into Joyce's SUV and was coming back to get the rest when from the shadows I saw movement and was suddenly hit by the weight of two men. Being caught off guard, I was quickly on the ground and before I knew it my hands had been secured behind me in what felt like handcuffs and tape had been placed over my mouth and eyes. I was dragged back towards the SUV and thrown unceremoniously down onto my side. Soon, I heard a thump and then whimpers and thrashing and I assumed Joyce must be nearby in a similar state. A car engine roared to life and I realized that we must be in a vehicle, maybe even Joyce's SUV. I thought for sure that we were being kidnapped but couldn’t figure out why.

There was no sound from our captors as we drove for a long time before finally stopping. Hands grabbed me under my arms and pulled me along before forcing me back down on my side. It seemed like hours that I lay there on the cold floor, unable to see or speak, and wondering what this was about and where we had been taken. Occasionally, I could hear shuffling or other sounds, but there was no speaking.

Suddenly, and without warning, the tape was ripped from my eyes and mouth taking skin with it and causing a burning pain. I heard Joyce close by and yelling out, likely from the same treatment, and I tried to roll my body to find her but then I was kicked in the ribs hard. "Just keep your ass still," I heard a voice say in a thick country accent from behind me.

"What's going on?" I asked, gasping from the kick and receiving another for my efforts.

"Don't talk asshole. Keep your goddamn mouth shut," the voice replied.

We sat there in silence for a few more minutes before I heard a door open and close and saw another man enter the room. This one was tall and black, a little over six feet, and thin with short hair, and I guessed he was about forty. He was wearing jeans, boots and a long sleeve blue work shirt, and on his belt at his hip was a large knife in a scabbard.

"Okay Sammie, set them up on the couch," he said to the man behind me.

As Sammie came around I could see he was black as well, about the same height as the other man, but much heavier. He too was wearing jeans, although his were filthy, and had on a sweatshirt that did little to hide a large belly. This one had a balding head and a thick beard that extended down his neck. He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me onto a dirty and worn sofa. Then, I watched as he lifted Joyce up and placed her beside me.

"What is this about? What do you want?" Joyce asked as she cried, tears of fear welling in her eyes.

"Just you be quiet bitch. You'll learn soon enough," the thin one told her.

"Sammie, did you lock their house up and fix the lights like I told you?" he asked.

"Yeah Odell. It just looks like they left on vacation," he answered quickly.

"Good, why don't you go take their car and put in the barn," he suggested to Sammie.

Sammie nodded then left the room. As we sat there, I looked around and saw we were in a dingy old house. The floors were made of torn and stained linoleum, the wallpaper was dirty and peeling, and the only light came from a hall lamp and through small cracks in the heavily draped windows.

When Sammie returned, the men sat down in metal chairs opposite us and Odell began to speak.

"Your name is Joyce, right?" he asked, looking at my wife.

"Yes," she croaked out softly.

"Do you realize you are married to a real asshole?" he asked, with his eyes never leaving her.

Joyce gave him a questioning look but did not reply.

"You know he has been having sex with another woman, actually she is a black girl?" he said to her, nodding towards me.

I kept looking straight at him, but I felt Joyce's eyes glare at me and I felt my stomach turn as I feared where this was going.

"That's right Joyce. He has been having sex with a black lady from work and a young one at that. Now normally we wouldn't give a shit about some rich boy getting some on the side, but in this case, the other lady happens to be our sister," he informed my wife.

I had to focus to keep from shaking, now scared about this predicament and remembering the less than gentlemanly way I had treated Cheriece.

I expected Joyce to begin screaming at me, but she stayed quiet which caused me even more distress.

"Cheriece," Sammie called out, and from down the hall I could see the black woman emerge wearing a plain dress and looking nervously at me. "Now I have to be honest and say that our sister here is not near as pretty and sexy as you, so I don't know why your man decided to do what he did, but he didn't treat her right. You see, Cheriece is not a smart girl. She is what they call mentally challenged," he said, never changing the tone in his voice.

I almost passed out when he said that, and I could hear Joyce take a deep breath and exhale, although I still didn't have the guts to look at her.

"I...I don't really think my husband would do that," Joyce said, choking on her tears.

"Oh, trust me. He did. Then had her fired. She was just trying to make some money to get by on and he fucked her and then had her fired! What kind of sorry man screws over a slow girl like Cheriece?" Odell asked and his words burned into my consciousness. My eyes were now looking at the floor and I knew that all the others in the room were staring at me. I felt like the lowest form of life on the planet, and I knew if my marriage survived this it wouldn’t be without a real struggle to get Joyce to ever forgive me. Also, there was the fear as to what Cheriece’ s brothers intended to do to me for my punishment.

"Barry, is this true?" Joyce said, speaking very softly.

I was too ashamed to answer, but by my silence, she knew she got her answer.

Odell continued. "Now let me tell you the rest Joyce. Barry here knocked up my sister," he announced bluntly.

My head spun with dizziness, and I heard Joyce burst into tears.

"It's bad enough that he knocked her up, but let me tell you what else. This ****** has a retarded gene that runs through a lot of us so we don't know if this baby is going to end up retarded or not," he explained.

"I'm s…s…sorry, I didn’t know" I managed to choke out, as I looked at the floor.

"No, you ain't sorry. You're too much of a fucking asshole to ever be sorry," Odell stated with anger.

"Cheriece, go back to the back and listen to the radio and send Calvin in here," Sammie instructed her.

"What are you planning to do with us?" Joyce asked, with her senses now returning. She had stopped crying, and was trying valiantly to stay in control, but in her eyes I could see she was very scared.

"Well let me tell you something. This ****** has had to live with this illness for a long time. Odell and I had to watch a sister and brother die from it. Now Cheriece didn't have it bad and we thought we were okay with her, but now we have to watch our little sister have a baby and wonder what's going to happen to it. I don't think that's right, do you Joyce?" he explained.

"Can't you...I mean...have you thought about doing something about it with her?" Joyce asked, stumbling with how to say it.

"We don't play God here lady! We don’t believe in taking a life before it’s even born!" Odell answered, with his eyes blazing in anger.

About that time a very large black man walked into the room, and as he came closer the first thing I noticed were his exaggerated features. His ears, nose and even his lips seemed too large for his head. He had an odd look in his eyes, and his pants were wet in the crotch like he had peed in them. He stood over six-foot-tall, and looked more thick than fat. I noticed that his feet were huge, probably a size 14 or more. His skin was mottled and rough probably from a life of outdoor labor, I suspected.

"Calvin, go stand over there for a minute will you?" Sammie told him.

Calvin started rocking slightly back and forth on his feet as he stood, and an odd grin came onto his face.

"You see Joyce, we been planning this for a while. Ever since we found out our sister was pregnant. She didn't want to tell us, but she finally did and we know she doesn't know how to lie, but we still did some checking...got into your house and looked around. Sammie here dressed up like a utility repairman and no one paid attention, and we kept going back till we learned what we needed. We found out you don't use birth control pills...that you like to use that plastic diaphragm. We found out when your time of the month came, and we found out about your vacation plans where no one back here expects to see you for a week. We found out that your time ended eight days ago. That's the good thing about being farm boys. We know about these things." Odell said, as his face grew into a smirk.

"What the hell does all that mean?" I challenged him.

Odell's eyes flashed in anger once more, and I initially thought he was going to attack me, but he calmed down and then looked at me and then Joyce.

"What that means folks is that Calvin here is going to spend some time with your wife here and see if he can give her a baby," he said while looking straight at Joyce. “We figure since your man gave our sister a baby, it’s only fair if Calvin here gives you one too!”

"You can't be serious! I'm not going to willingly sleep with anybody!' Joyce protested loudly.

"It's me that fucked up, not her. Leave her alone," I added.

"You don't have a choice," he said to Joyce, ignoring me.

"If you force me to have sex with Calvin, that's ****! You'll all go to prison," she exclaimed.

"Hell, we've been to prison before," Sammie said, laughing as Odell joined in.

"No, no….you can't do this. Can’t you just do something to me to make me pay… not her, please" I begged.

"It's a tad late to try to be the hero now," Odell said, as he looked at me with contempt.

I turned to Joyce and saw that her face was streaked with tears and that her body was shaking in fear. "What's the point of bringing another child into his world?" she asked between gasps.

"Well you might not agree, but it just seems fair to me and Sammie. You see, Cheriece was a virgin when your man planted a baby in her. Calvin here is a virgin too, so we feel it kinda works out," he answered.

Odell nodded to Sammie who came and took Joyce by the arms and pushed her towards a door to my right. When he kicked it open, from what I could see in the unlit room, it was empty except for an uncovered mattress on the floor in the middle. He forced her inside and to a corner where I could no longer see her while Odell walked over to where Calvin was standing.

"Calvin? You know what to do?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah," he answered, with a heavy throaty voice.

"What are you going to do?" Odell asked?

"Get me some pussy...get me some good white pussy...get me some good married white pussy," he repeated, until Odell stopped him.

"Yes, that’s right and just make sure you do it like we told you but be careful and don't hurt her, but you can do it all you want, as many times as you want, just be sure to shoot it all inside of her" he explained.

Calvin began to get a wild look and rock faster. Also, I could see his pants begin to tent out in front and it was obvious that he had a big cock in there, a whole lot bigger than my dick.

"This is crazy! You can't do this. She’s never had anything so big in her, you’ll rip her open!" I screamed, but was ignored.

"Take your clothes off Calvin," Odell told him.

Calvin fumbled with his clothes, shaking as he tried to remove them. It took him several minutes, but when he was finished he stood there completely naked, and I could see that his body was thick, strong and covered completely with a dense matting of hair. When he turned towards me, I got a full view of his large, uncircumcised cock which was already becoming erect. It looked to be about ten or eleven inches long and very thick with rough callous spots along the sides and a little hair growing part ways up the shaft. The last few inches turned upwards slightly in an odd way which helped give it an overall grotesque appearance.

"You have to stop this. You can’t let him do this……Please!" I begged again, and was again ignored.

Odell led Calvin to the door and directed him inside. In a few minutes, Sammie emerged from the room. Without ceremony, Odell closed the door leaving Joyce alone with this retarded black man who I knew was hell bent on taking her. Whether he knew it was wrong or not was meaningless as this point, and barring a miracle, he was going to have his way. He was going to get some pussy…some good married white pussy just like he said!

"Let's see if he remembers what to do," Sammie said to Odell, as they sat back in the chairs, and for some reason, my mind wondered how they had taught this simple man how to have sex with a woman.

Within seconds we could hear Joyce's cries.

"No, get away from me…leave me alone. Stop it. Don't. It’s too big….there’s no way you can put that in me……HELP! HELP!!" she screamed.

I tried to get up with my arms still cuffed, but Odell kicked me back on to the couch.

It was all so completely bizarre that for a moment I thought it all must be a bad dream. How could we be sitting in this dirty house and how could my lovely wife be put into such a sordid, evil situation? It just had to be a dream, an illusion, but when I heard the large man's voice I was quickly returned to the desperate reality.

"Huh, huh...huh, huh...huh, huh," we could hear the grunting laughter coming from Calvin.

"No Calvin! Please….Stop. This is not right. Oh my God! Get that thing away from me….it’s too big! HELP!" Joyce cried out once more.

I started crying as I watched Odell and Sammie look at each other and smile. Then, there was a loud crashing sound from the room, followed by a brief silence, and then another loud noise.

"Aww..." Calvin's deep voice, sounding like he was in pain, came through the walls.

"She's fighting him," Sammie said, smiling at me.

"I'll give you anything. Any amount of money. I'll take care of Cheriece and the baby just please stop this," I begged, as I started to cry even harder.

"Too late. Ain’t no way anyone could stop Calvin now that he got a hard on, anyways," Odell replied.

"NO...NO Calvin!" I heard my wife force out and then I heard her start to cry, but her plea was followed by a loud snap.

"Ohhh...ohhh..Oh yeah..like dat….like it.," we heard Calvin grunt excitedly.

"Let's see where he is," Sammie said, getting up with Odell following.

They cracked the door and peered inside quietly before closing it and sitting back down.

"Your wife is letting him play with her titties," Odell laughed.

"They are nice titties too. I'm kind of jealous of Calvin," Sammie added.

"Don't worry Barry, she’s kept her honor so far. Calvin's all scratched up and bleeding," Odell informed me with a mocking smile.

"He'll have to work to get those tight jeans off," Sammie laughed with Odell joining in. “But hell, he could rip them off if he has to” Sammie said.

"Calvin, please you have to stop. Please stop. No Calvin, STOP!" Joyce tried again, with her voice registering even more desperation.

The sound of a struggle started again behind the closed door. There were several loud thumps and grunts from sources that could not be identified. Then, we could hear a female voice talking rapidly, but we could not make out the words through the wall.

"Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh," Calvin's grunting repetitive laughter suddenly returned.

"Well, I wonder what made him get so all happy?" Sammie asked rhetorically.

"Tell me Barry. Has your wife had many cocks in her life?" Odell asked, with a stupid grin.

"Fuck you." I answered, which only made them break out in laughter.

I knew that Joyce, in fact, had been a virgin when we met, and as far as I knew I was the only man she had been with. However, now she was faced with a sexual situation that was every woman's worst nightmare. She was going to be ***** by a black man with a huge cock and there was nothing I could do about it, and in fact I was the cause. I felt ashamed and humiliated to know that I had brought this upon such a wonderful person.

"Please...please stop this. It's my fault not Joyce's. Please don't let him hurt her," I said, trying again to find some opening in their mindset to find a way out.

"We ain't going to stop Calvin. He's going to be fucking that sweet white pussy all week long so you might as well just shut your mouth and get used to it," Sammie responded with no hint of compassion, while his fingers ran through his thick beard.

The noises in the room started getting louder, and Sammie and Odell looked at each other and moved towards the door. When they opened it, I could see between them and saw that Joyce was on her hands and knees on the mattress. Her sweater and bra were missing and her jeans were halfway off her butt, and Calvin was standing behind her trying to pull the jeans further down.

"Calvin boy, you got to take the boots off first and you got to unbutton those jeans," Sammie said, as he snickered.

"Okay, okay." Calvin mumbled, as slobber drooled from his mouth.

His huge black cock was now fully engorged, and lifted upward. He kept one hand on the small of my wife’s back, holding her in place, while he started pulling on her right boot with the other.

"Calvin, unzip the boot. There's a zipper on the side," Odell said to him.

I could see that Joyce was panting heavily like she was out of breath, but as Calvin found the zipper, she shot her foot back and hit him hard in the shin.

"Owwwww..." he roared, letting go of her and clutching his leg.

Joyce started crawling towards the corner, still gasping for air, and I could see her breasts swinging beneath her as she moved. They were wet and glistening and I wondered if it was from her sweat or Calvin's saliva. Calvin recovered quickly and grabbed her by the leg, and easily dragged her back to the middle of the mattress while avoiding her kicks. She was in an awkward position to strike, and he was able to unzip the right boot and pull it free and then did the same with the other.

Calvin used his strength to put her back on her hands and knees and using his left hand to hold her in place he reached for her jeans button with his right. When his hand reached the front of her jeans, Joyce started trying to twist and turn to keep him away. Unfortunately, her strength was fading and was no match for Calvin's. The retard gave a grunt of joy as he popped the catch, and in seconds he had her jeans to her knees pulling her panties along with them.

I sat there transfixed as he removed first one leg of the jeans and then the other, then removed the panties from around her ankles. Joyce was now naked, with this large challenged man, and there was nothing to protect her fertile opening from his hideous tool.

"Remember what I told you. You got to get it wet first before you put it in her," Sammie said to Calvin.

"Okay Sammie," Calvin replied, and then spit a large offering into his hand and reached between Joyce's legs.

Joyce was now sobbing heavily, and seemed to have resigned herself to the inevitable.

"Joyce, I love you," I yelled at her, not knowing what else to do.

"Barry, help me please!" she screamed back, as Sammie and Odell closed the door and returned to the chairs.

"Let's give them some privacy," Sammie stated with a laugh.

"Guys, I'll give you anything...do anything but please stop this. I beg you please don't let this happen," I tried once more, as I visualized Calvin's large black cock approaching its prize.

"Just shut the fuck up," Odell responded with annoyance, as his attention was clearly focused on the sounds from the room.

There was quiet for over a minute, but just when I thought maybe she had been able to convince him to stop, the house was suddenly shattered by loud screams.

"Oh yeah, he's putting it in her now," Odell stated.

"Oh my God, please….please…it’s too big…..please Calvin take it out!” Joyce cried, validating Odell's words.

Her screams turned into a continuous wail that went on for some time, before we heard a second sound begin.

"Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh..." we could hear Calvin's voice steadily becoming louder.

Calvin's grunts lasted for two or three minutes and were suddenly replaced by a roar as if a bear had been caught in a trap.

"ARRRRRRRR..." Calvin suddenly screamed, and we all knew what had occurred.

"I knew that boy wouldn't last long his first time," Odell laughed, as Sammie joined in.

"No, but I bet by the end of the week, he'll be riding that pussy hard and long," Sammie answered.

Sammie and Odell went over and opened the door. Calvin was standing right behind it holding his still hard cock in his hand with a long string of his cum extending from the head towards the ground. I could see Joyce kneeling at the far end of the mattress reaching into her pussy with her fingers apparently trying to fish out Calvin's seed.

"Don't worry about trying to get that out Joyce. You'll be getting a lot more in there before the week is over," Sammie laughed.

"Calvin, you want some more pussy or do you want to rest," Sammie asked.

"Calvin want more pussy," he answered immediately.

"Okay, Calvin. Take your time. You get all that pussy you want! There is no rush," he said to him with a slap on the shoulder.

As Sammie and Odell withdrew and started to close the door, I could see Joyce staring up at Calvin with a look of total defeat on her face. It was probably thirty minutes later when sounds from within the room indicated that something was happening again, and then we heard Joyce’s wails for over five minutes that let us know that Calvin was definitely fucking her again and this time he had evidently lasted a lot longer, but he again finished with a roar when he shot his cum inside of her again.

Sammie and Odell only disturbed Calvin once to give Joyce a chance to use the bathroom and drink some water. She was able to slip on her sweater and used her hands to stretch it over her butt to provide some modesty, but her relief was short lived as she was quickly returned to the room where by sundown Calvin had taken her two more times. One difference this time was that Joyce was no longer fighting and her screams now seemed to be clearly coming from the pleasure she was receiving from Calvin’s big black cock, and it was only Calvin's climatic roars that let us know that he had shot another load inside of my wife.

The men had moved my cuffs to the front to save my arms, and allowed me to drink and use the bathroom as well. Later that evening, we ate a small meal that Cheriece had prepared, and Joyce was given an old dirty t-shirt to wear that came to mid-thigh. She was told to sit next to Calvin and Sammie and Odell began referring to Joyce as Calvin's new wife, and even made her stay still as Calvin’s hands roamed her body right there in front of me and everyone else during dinner. After dinner, Cheriece took some blankets into the special love room and then she accompanied and supervised Joyce while she went to the bathroom and showered before returning her back to the "Bridal Suite".

By now, Sammie and Odell seemed to be losing interest in listening to the sex. However, they made it clear that I was going to be forced to experience all of it. They bound my feet and pushed me over on the couch then drifted off out of sight.

Joyce had barely returned from her shower when I heard Calvin fucking her again, and during the night I counted at least two more couplings that took place.

I awoke Sunday to the sound of footstep close by, and looking up I could see Calvin leaving the room wandering down the hall with his large cock flopping from side to side as he moved.

"Joyce, are you awake?" I said in a hoarse whisper.

My wife appeared at the door in the t-shirt looking completely shattered.

"Are you okay?" I asked, immediately realizing the stupidity of my question.

"What have you gotten me into….what have you done to me?" she answered, distraught and shaking her head.

"I'm so sorry," I replied, feeling like a pitiful, useless fool.

"He's going to kill me with that big black cock of his Barry. I'm so sore I can barely move," she told me, and I could see the stiffness in her movements.

With that, she turned and closed the door behind her leaving me alone, but soon Calvin came back down the hall with Odell beside him.

"It hurts," I heard Calvin say.

"That's cause your doing it too much Calvin. Give your pecker a little chance to rest some," Odell told him.

"Okay Odell. Maybe I should go feed the goats," he answered.

"That’s a good idea. Why don't you do that Calvin? Make sure to put on your overalls and shoes," Odell replied. Their conversation implied we were on a farm. Probably, away from other houses which would make escape even more difficult. Calvin wandered away again leaving Odell standing in front of me, and since he was shirtless, I could see his torso was covered in bad tattoos.

"Looks like Calvin fucked himself raw” Odell said to me with a big smile on his face. “I bet your wife must be pretty sore too," he stated, but when I didn't reply, he still continued talking, "Did you ever get that pussy to sing for you?"

Again, I made no effort to reply.

"I bet you don't know what I’m talking about, do you?. I'm thinking a piece of ass like Joyce would fuck like a $5 slut if a man knew what he was doing. Too bad you don't. Hell I might even take a crack at her myself before this is over," he threatened.

With that, he left the room and I was once again left alone. Most of Sunday morning was that way with people occasionally wandering through, but it was mostly just Joyce and I. When no one was around she would came out of the bedroom and we tried several times to talk, although nothing seemed to come out right. Shortly after noon, Odell came in with Joyce's bag from the SUV, which included her toiletry items, and he let her go to the bathroom and spend time cleaning and fixing herself up. When she came out, she looked fresher physically as well as mentally, and she took a seat in the room with me and Odell wearing a long sleeved ski undershirt that he had picked out. It covered her vagina, but she wasn't allowed to wear a bra or panties, and her nipples were clearly outlined through the tight fabric. Any hope that our situation was improving was short lived.

"Let me see your pussy Joyce," Odell demanded.

Joyce looked at him and then at me and opened her mouth to begin saying something, but then she stopped herself and pulled the garment up until her pussy was exposed as Odell had demanded. It was the first time that I had seen her since all of this began. Joyce’s vagina has always been covered by a thin wisp of hair that she refused to shave and through it, it was plain to see that the lips of her pussy were red and swollen and distended.

"I figured you would be sore down there” Odell said. “So is Calvin’s cock. How has he been fucking you?" he asked bluntly.

"I don’t understand. What do you mean?" Joyce replied, while he looked at her sternly.

"I mean how? From behind? Doggie or just missionary? Or has be been trying them all?" he clarified.

"Yes, was all Joyce said, looking down at the floor?

"Well, when he gets the urge next time, I want you to teach him a new position," Odell instructed.

"You're crazy. I'm not going to teach him anything," she instantly countered.

"Well if you don't want those pussy lips hanging down to your knees, you might want to think about it," Odell laughed as he got up to leave.

"You took advantage of that poor young girl Barry. What kind of person are you?" she said, looking at me with contempt as soon as he was gone

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. You can hate me, but first we need to get out of this," I answered, trying to change the subject.

"Look what you caused to happen. I'm the one being ***** by that retarded man. It's sickening and humiliating, and I will probably end up pregnant for sure," she replied, choking back tears.

"Have you...I mean...can you get his stuff...his semen out of you?" I asked, struggling to ask the very disgusting question.

Joyce looked at me for a long time before answering, "I'm trying but there's just too much and it’s really thick, not at all watery or just a little bit like when you do it in me." She said.

At that moment, Sammie and Odell appeared at the end of the hall struggling to carry something between them, and as they got closer, I could see it was a hunk of concrete that they placed on the floor about ten feet away. Odell turned and left and then returned shortly with a long length of chain in his hands.

"We made this up to weigh 200 lbs. and we're going to chain you up and take off the cuffs so you can move around some. You can sit here or even go into the room and watch your wife if you get that desire. But I warn you, if you try to move it, we'll kill you," he explained. Odell fastened the chain through a metal loop coming out of the concrete and secured it with a pad lock then approached me with the other end. In addition to the chain, I could see he had a wide collar that he placed around my neck and adjusted before securing it in place with another padlock that was also connected to the chain. He then took off the cuffs on my hands and the bindings that had been used to secure my feet.

Even though I was still firmly secured, the added movement this setup allowed was a welcome relief. Sammie had me move around to check the length and I found that I could reach the bathroom but not the front door. Also, it allowed me to enter the "Bridal Suite", but not make it so far as the mattress. It seemed they had put some thought into the configuration.

"Well you better enjoy your rest while you can. I know Calvin will be ready for a lot more fucking and baby making after he finishes his chores," Odell said looking at Joyce.

Joyce's reprieve actually lasted all afternoon. It wasn't until the light through the curtains was dimming that we saw Calvin in the house, and it was another hour before he came for her. Calvin stood by the open door in his dirty overalls waiting for her without saying a word, and I could also see that in his hand he held a bottle of lubricant that one of his brothers must have given him, however, Joyce remained in her seat not acknowledging the large retarded man. Calvin took a step closer and reached for her, but she slapped his hand away and when he tried again they had a brief struggle that resulted in a chair falling over. The commotion brought Odell and Sammie from down the hall.

"What's going on Calvin?" Sammie asked.

"She won't come," he said, visibly disturbed.

Sammie reached down and grabbed my wife by her hair as Odell stood next to me.

"Bitch, you better do what Calvin wants anytime he wants or I'll beat your ass so bad you’ll be begging for it. Now get in there and fuck him like you were told," he said harshly to her, with his lips an inch from her ear as she twisted in pain. He let her go and as she stumbled towards the door Calvin grabbed her and pulled her quickly inside then closed it behind them.

The men left the way they had come leaving me alone, and I just sat there expecting to hear the sounds of a struggle begin like the previous day but it never came. Instead, after a few minutes, I began to hear Calvin grunting and knew that he had started fucking my wife, and like the first time, I heard her crying out, from the pain or so I thought and he only lasted a short while before his telling roar let me know he had reached his climax and was filling her pussy again.

Afterwards, it was quiet in both rooms for a bit before the moans and grunts started again indicating he had recovered. I tried hard not to look, but something drew me towards the door. Several times I got up and took a step only to return to my seat knowing it was best not to look and realizing it was what the sick bastards wanted me to do. Finally, I took the one extra step that brought me within arm’s reach of the handle and this time, I didn't turn back.

Slowly and quietly, I turned the knob and cracked open the door trying to avoid any squeaking sound that would give me away, and when it was cracked a couple inches, I could see the mattress clearly. Joyce had done what Sammie had instructed her and now had Calvin between her legs as she lay on her back. Calvin's ass was rising and falling, and his large frame left only her legs and arms visible. Next to the mattress, his overalls and her shirt were in a heap and the bottle of lubricant with some of the liquid missing lay on its side. Joyce's arms were lying flat on the mattress, while her legs were widely spread from the width of his hips, with her feet barely touching the mattress. Calvin's head was next to Joyce's, and he was emitting his standard grunting sounds as he fucked her hard but with a steady pace.

I could now hear that Joyce was making sounds too in time with his thrusts, and I told myself that they were just the result of the physical force of Calvin's movements. As I continued to watch though, I noticed Joyce's feet were rolling back and forth and occasionally they would rise a few inches then fall back to the mattress. Also, I could see her fingers clutching and releasing the dirty fabric of the mattress and I could hear slight moans coming from her and I put this down to her attempts to alleviate the pain that Calvin's large cock was inflicting.

It wasn't long before Calvin's thrusts started to speed up, and he began to add moans to his grunting noises. Clearly, he was on his way towards another climax that would result in more seed being planted into my wife. The pace and sounds continued to grow until Calvin reached a point where he lost all his rhythm, and he threw his head back and let out his signature roar. At about the same time, I saw Joyce’s body begin to shake all over and saw her hands on his ass, almost as if to pull his long cock even deeper into her.

I used the opportunity to close the door and go back to the couch.

"Like what you saw?" Odell asked, smirking as I turned.

"Hell no," I replied, turning red with embarrassment at having been caught.

"Not many men get to see their wife getting knocked up by another man," he said, now laughing.

I was about to tell him to fuck off when the door opened and Calvin stepped out with his still half-hard cock glistening with wetness.

"I'm hungry, Odell," he said, leaving the door open as he headed for the kitchen.

"Well, go on out there and Cheriece will get you something. You need to keep your strength up," he laughed, mocking me once more.

Inside we could both see Joyce sitting up on her knees with two fingers buried inside her trying to get Calvin's cum out. I watched her spoon out several fingers full of the thick white liquid and wiped them on the mattress before Odell interrupted her.

"You know Ms. Joyce those are the best titties I have ever seen. Have you shown Calvin how to suck on them?" Odell snickered, startling her and causing her to grab her top and try to pull it on. Odell seemed very pleased with the humiliation he was causing both of us.

Joyce, apparently empowered by his sordid comment, stood and walked by us without talking and went to the bathroom where we heard the water running. When she came out, we were summoned to the table to eat some food Cheriece had prepared, then went back and sat on the couch.

It was evident from the routine what our time there was going to entail. Basically, my wife was there just to service Calvin whenever he felt the need, while I was there to be humiliated along with her as the fear of pregnancy stayed over our heads every minute.

Calvin didn't come for Joyce again that day until it was bed time. When he finally appeared, he took her and led her into the room and it seemed as if things remained quiet until I finally drifted to sleep. I woke to the light peeking through the window the next morning having never been stirred from my sleep by the sounds of sex. When I told Joyce I hadn’t heard any sound of sex coming from the room, she said that she had made it through the night unmolested.

The next day Calvin only came for her once. It was mid-afternoon after he had been working and he was filthy, and he spent less than twenty minutes with her that time before going back outside. Joyce was able to spend time in the bathroom cleaning and fixing herself up a bit and was actually looking pretty good considering. Like the previous day, we didn't see Calvin again till bedtime and he came and took Joyce into the room, but just like before, I fell asleep and didn’t hear any screaming or loud noises and she again told me that she again slept through the night untouched.

I figured that Calvin's interest seemed to truly be fading some, maybe from a combination of soreness, exhaustion and familiarity. The result seemed to be a welcome increase in the interval between his visits. I also surmised that, even for a mentally handicapped man like Calvin, sex needs to be more than just the physical act of ejaculation to fuel desire and passion, and figured all he was getting from Joyce was her pussy and perhaps he was tiring of it. Because of this, Joyce and I had long periods of time alone to talk, although Sammie and Odell were always close enough that Joyce couldn't sneak away.

At first, she viewed me with complete and total disgust, but as we continued I felt that I was perhaps making some progress in getting back in her good graces because at least she was talking to me.

Cheriece seemed to be holding no interest in me or our situation. She was mostly out of sight, and the few times she was around she avoided eye contact with me. The thought had crossed my mind to try and use her to help make our escape, but without some indication of compassion it didn't seem worth the risk.

Tuesday was even better for us than the day before as Calvin never appeared during the day, and although he took her to bed that night, according to Joyce, he again left her alone.

It was now Wednesday morning and I was hoping that Calvin’s interest in Joyce was waning and that Joyce might get out of this with no more attention. Things started out that way, but unfortunately my hopes ended up being shattered. We had sat around the whole day talking and trying to pass the boredom. The men had been busy working until late afternoon, when a cold front must have come through because the temperature dropped dramatically. In the rundown and drafty house, we could feel the cold quickly. Sammie and Odell had come in complaining of it and before long had started drinking whiskey. I knew immediately this was not going to be a good thing, and the fact that Cheriece and Calvin were nowhere to be seen only fueled my fears. They had been doing their boozing for over an hour and a half, keeping mostly to the kitchen, when they decided to join us.

Sammie carried a half gallon of cheap bourbon which they simply poured over ice in plastic cups. They flopped down onto chairs in the room with us, with Sammie looking much worse for wear than Odell.

"We thought we'd join you. I'm tired of his lousy bullshit anyway," Odell said with a slight slur.

"Fuck you," was all that his brother could offer in response, as his head lolled from side to side.

"Looks like maybe Calvin's lost some of his interest in you," Odell said as a taunt.

Neither Joyce nor I responded and I hoped that they would find something else to occupy their drunken state.

"Goddamn Sammie, look at what shitty hosts we are. We haven't given Barry or Joyce a drink," Odell stated, kicking the side of his brother's leg.

"We don't want anything," I said, trying to head them off.

"Bullshit. Sammie, go get us some more cups," his brother commanded.

Sammie staggered off down the hall and came back with two cups half filled with ice. He put them on the table and Odell poured a good portion into each and then handed them to us.

"We don't want any," I said.

"Drink," he shot back, with a fiery look.

I took a slow sip of my whiskey and saw his stare turn to Joyce who then followed me and did the same. She is not much of a drinker, limiting herself mostly to wine at special dinner occasions, so when the strong liquid hit her throat she began coughing.

"Take it slow at first. You'll get used to it," he counseled.

Odell launched off on a long monologue describing a variety of topics including his work, his girlfriends, hunting and the politics of gun control. The only interruptions were his directions to us to keep up with the drinking and friendly insults directed towards his brother Sammie. Despite my attempts to drink slowly, I could feel the warm feeling from inside my body that comes from whiskey, and when he demanded that our cups be refilled, I realized that Joyce had almost finished hers.

"Is Calvin getting any better Joyce?" Sammie asked through half closed eyes, catching Joyce off guard.

"Uh, what do you mean?" she replied.

"Is he fucking you better now?" he clarified.

"Now Sammie, Joyce is a lady and she ain't got to tell you about her new husband," Odell answered, saving Joyce from responding.

Odell tried to engage us in conversation, but we only gave terse one or two word replies, so after several attempts he launched off on his own tales again which seemed to make him happy. Another thirty minutes went by, then he demanded that we finish up and get a refill. By now, Sammie was slumped in his chair with his chin resting on his chest, one step away from passing out.

Looking at Joyce, I could see that she was feeling the effects of the whiskey as well. She had a slight smile on her face and her eyes were glazed. Because of the cold, she had been allowed to put a thin shawl across her legs, but she was still without her bra or panties, and I could see that her nipples were rigid beneath her tight shirt.

"We don't want anymore," I said, putting my cup down.

"Pick the cup up. You'll keep drinking till I say stop," he announced, with the same fiery look.

By the end of the third cup I knew I was quite ***** and could only guess where Joyce was given her smaller size. Because of our state, he had gotten us to engage a bit more into the conversation, particularly Joyce, which gave me another reason to think she was *****. Her nipples were still poking noticeably through the material, and though nothing was said, I could see Sammie staring at them, utilizing his last bit of energy.

"Calvin!" Odell yelled down the hall, which made Joyce and I bolt upright.

Soon, Calvin came padding down the hall looking very meek and concerned.

"Yes Odell?" he asked in a almost childlike voice, and I sensed he had some bad experiences with his drunken brothers before.

"Don't you want to have sex with your wife?" Odell asked.

"Yes but I'm scared," he answered.

"Scared? She ain't going to hurt you," he said to him sounding annoyed.

"Not her. You and Sammie, you’ve been drinking," the large man replied, confirming my suspicions.

"Oh hell Calvin. You're fine. Go on and take your woman to bed before I do," he told him.

Calvin got a look of relief on his face and shuffled towards the door looking at Joyce expectantly. Joyce looked at me and then Odell then, without a word, rose and joined him in the room with the door closing behind them.

"You asshole. He doesn't want her you're just doing this to humiliate us," I said to him as the whiskey inflamed my temper.

"You're the goddamn asshole. You chase after my sister and make her feel special and get in her panties and then drop her flat," he replied, rising from his chair before regaining his composure and sitting back down.

I was angry and breathing heavily, but knew I had no hope in a fight. We sat there staring at each other both of us loathing the other. This went on until our attention was diverted to the bedroom where we heard both Calvin's familiar grunts but also Joyce’s moaning coming through the door. Like the other first times with him, he lasted only a few minutes before he roared out during his ejaculation but this time, I heard Joyce scream as well.

"Your wife must have a hell of a pussy to milk a cock that fast," Odell said, baiting me.

But, rather than take it, I leaned back into the couch and pretended to be falling asleep.

I could hear him sipping his whiskey for several minutes before I actually did doze off. I awoke with a start sometime later and could see that Odell had left and Sammie had fallen onto the floor passed out. Getting up, I turned off the light and went back to the couch and stretched out. Just as I was about to drift off, I heard noises in the bedroom followed by Calvin's telltale grunts.

I listened for several minutes knowing he would last longer this time. Once again, I tried to stay put and not look, but eventually I lost my willpower. I moved quietly to the door checking Sammie over my shoulder as I put my hand on the knob. Turning it slowly and pushing the door gently, I stood in the small opening letting my eyes focus on the sight in front of me trying to take in the details with only the outside ambient light peeking through the curtains providing any illumination.

They were coupled in the missionary position like the last time I watched but Calvin was fucking her very slowly this time. Like before, her body, except for her arms and legs, were covered by his large frame. Although they were in the same basic position, something was different and in my drunken state it took me a while to realize that the sounds from Joyce were not the result of the physical force of his body against her, but were in fact soft moans of arousal and pleasure.

For a moment, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me and I shook my head to clear it. I rationalized that I must just be confused, and told myself it must be coming from discomfort and pain, but the more I listened the clearer it became that my wife was indeed feeling quite the pleasure as Calvin’s big black cock fucked her married white pussy.

Joyce's hands were by her side and like before her legs were spread, but her feet were now hovering off the mattress. One minute turned to two and then three as Calvin kept up his slow, but relentless pace. His head had been resting next to Joyce's, but suddenly he raised himself on his arms and arched his back as if stretching. At first, I thought Joyce would be able to see me and I shrunk back, but her eyes remained blocked by Calvin's large body. Whatever the reason for Calvin's movement, it had an immediate effect on Joyce. Her legs lifted further so that her knees pulled back towards her body, her hands grabbed Calvin's arms at the elbows and she let out a long sexy moan and I noticed her toes curling.

Calvin only stayed in this position for a short while before dropping back down, and when he did I could hear Joyce whimper in frustration and her legs moved as if trying to find the right position for deeper contact with his cock. Eventually, she seemed to find it as her knees pulled up even closer to her chest.

"Ohhh..yes…..yes…..mmm...that feels good…..so good…..Calvin.....mmm...I really love that big black cock of yours" she whined, with her sounds growing in intensity.

Calvin seemed oblivious to the arousal he was causing and kept his slow, steady pace. However, even in the cold, I could see sweat beads start to form on his back then run across his sides. Joyce's hands traveled up his arms and rested on his shoulders, as her sounds became more distinct and deliberate.

"Ohhh, yes….yes…..Calvin…..ohhhh yes….ohhh, ohhh..." she gasped softly, now in rhythm to his strokes.

I thought about screaming for them to stop, but something held me back and kept me riveted to my spot, as I couldn't believe this backwoods, challenged man was exciting my wife. As I stood there thinking about how this was occurring, it dawned on me that in their current position, the upturned shape of his cock was likely causing his head to rub across her g-spot with each stroke, which evidently when combined with his wide girth and steady movement acted to take her over the edge. I noticed that while Joyce's left hand was still on his shoulder, her right hand had wandered to his lower back as if to guide his motions.

"Don't stop Calvin….do it harder…like you did the last three nights....oh yes.....fuck me hard…that’s it," I heard her say again as a soft plea when Calvin's movements halted for a second.

Amazingly, he did resume and her knees raised up even further until her feet were resting on his ass. Soon, her soft sighs and moans returned too.

I realized that this must be Joyce's position to orgasm with Calvin’s big cock in her and she seemed to be getting very close, although it was clear she was wary of making any loud sounds that would give her away. I remembered her telling him to “do it harder like the last three nights when she had told me nothing had happened. Before I could think about it, suddenly, with no warning, I saw her body stiffen and begin to shake, first once, then twice and then I saw the sharp spasms begin to shake her entire body, and she kicked her legs into the air like some cowboy spurring a bucking bronco. Both her hands went to Calvin's ass, and I could see the muscles in her arms stand out as she pulled herself hard against him.

"Oh God, don't stop Calvin, That’s it…fuck me….oh yes…fuck me with that wonderful big black cock….. please" she panted in a heavy whisper, that was clearly audible to me.

Calvin's pace never faltered and even as she began to catch her breath and come down a little, he stayed in rhythm and continued his grunting noises. Joyce's hands had fallen back to his elbows and her legs were down so that her feet were wrapped behind his ass again. Calvin had just fucked my beautiful wife to a powerful set of orgasms which I had never been able to do and yet he seemed completely ******* of what had happened.

As the sounds of her breathing faded, the room once again was turned over to the relentless grunting of Calvin as he continued to pound into my wife’s pussy. He was like a marathoner in stride having found that perfect pace that allowed him to continue indefinitely. In my mind, this was as long as he had ever lasted, and I wondered what was now propelling his body and what was keeping him from releasing his seed. Whatever the reason, Joyce seemed to be the beneficiary, as I stood silently and watched her willingly and totally accept his curved cock again and again.

Then, without warning, Joyce put her hands on his shoulders and spoke. "Calvin, stop. Please stop," she said in a soft whisper, but after several seconds of no response, she tried again, "Please stop baby. Please……Just for a second."

"Not done yet," he answered in a confused voice, and kept moving

"I know and I want you to shoot that cum in me too, but I just need a second. Please stop for a second Calvin, that’s all" she said, now almost begging.

Calvin slowed and then stopped and Joyce guided his hips to the side so his cock left her pussy. I thought that she had had enough and was going to try to ease out from under him, but instead she reached for the bottle of lubricant and poured a healthy portion in her hand then brought it between them and out of my line of sight. I had eased the door closed as Calvin moved to shield myself from her view, but I was still able to see her using the lotion and then saw her guide Calvin’s big black cock back inside her to continue their mating.

Calvin quickly regained his pace, although now I could hear a squishing sound as his cock plunged into her now well lubricated pussy. Calvin did his stretch again and lifted himself onto his hands and off her body, but this time though he stayed in the position as they continued to fuck.

"Ohhh...yes..mmm...yesss….ohhh...gawd yes Calvin" Joyce whined, as her legs began to move once more to find the right angle.

Calvin was now soaked with his own sweat and when he lifted from Joyce I could see that her body was wet as well. From my vantage point, I couldn't see Calvin's face well but he seemed to have a distant, slack jawed look and saliva was dripping from his open mouth onto Joyce's neck. Even in this new position, somehow he kept up his same never ending motion and soon I could see Joyce's body giving off signs of her renewed excitement. Her legs started going into the air again and her hips freed from his weight were now rocking in time with his pace.

My God I thought to myself, this retarded bastard is going to make her cum again. And, in less than a minute he did just that.

"Oh...oh God...oh my God...oh Calvin...I love that big black cock! Oh yes....yes....make me cum again baby!" she cried to her simple lover, as her spasms signaled another series of climaxes.

I watched her body release then come down from her orgasm and still Calvin kept going. Again she stopped him, but this time Joyce turned over into a doggie position and offered her ass to him. Calvin seemed reenergized by this and it was only a short time before I could sense that he was building towards his own climax. Calvin's hands were on her hips and Joyce's head was on the mattress with her hair spilled around her. I could still hear a slurping sound from her wet pussy and then watched in amazement as she reached and took his hand and brought it to her breast.

"Oh!" Calvin said, momentarily stopping his staccato grunts then quickly starting again. After that, his thrusts rapidly lost their natural pace and became more urgent. Seconds later, he threw his head back and his roar filled the room and the house as he emptied himself again into my wife’s wanting pussy. I sensed that she may have experienced another orgasm at the same time he did, as I watched her hands squeeze the mattress and her ass grind into Calvin's crotch as he came. Whether or not, I had just watched Calvin take my wife and bring her to at least two sexual peaks that I had never been able to accomplish. With them still coupled, I eased the door closed and went to the couch and masturbated until I spilled my own seed across my belly. Afterwards, as I was drifting to sleep, I tried to convince myself that it was the liquor that had made Joyce lose control and give in to Calvin's large cock.

Thursday was a very quiet day. Calvin disappeared early and we only saw Odell and Sammie twice and then for just short periods. Of course, they made a point of trying to humiliate us each time, but that was becoming harder to do.

Several times, I thought about telling Joyce I had witnessed her orgasms. But, I couldn't see how that conversation would end well, so I held myself back. I rationalized that if we were able to patch up our marriage there would be a time to discuss it, but it wasn't now. Joyce told me that she was scared about what would happen to us at the end of the week, and although I wasn't convinced myself, I calmed her by saying that if they had wanted to kill us they could have done that long ago.

Exhausted from the boredom, Joyce had gone back into the bedroom to sleep when Cheriece appeared before me.

"I'm sorry Barry. I didn't want to tell them but they made me," she said sounding very sincere.

"It's not your fault Cheriece. I'm sorry how I treated you," I replied.

"If the baby is a boy, I'm going to name him Barry," she announced after an awkward silence.

"Oh, that's nice Cheriece," I answered, as the reality hit me again with fresh force.

There was another long silence with Cheriece looking at me with a soft smile on her face. It was the smile that finally led me to ask her to help.

"Cheriece. You have to help my wife and I get away. Your brothers are going to kill us," I said, hoping my declaration would frighten her into helping.

"No they won't. I...I...mean they won't if your wife has the baby. If she doesn't though...they probably will" she answered.

"What are you saying?" I asked, as my thoughts on escaping suddenly were set aside to learn about her brother's sick intent.

"They are going to tell you that she has to have the baby. If they find out she uh...y'all did anything to prevent that, then they said they will kill both of you," Cheriece explained, although it clearly pained her to say it as her eyes left my face and went to the floor.

"Cheriece, you've got to help us get..." I started.

"Goddamnit Cheriece. We told you to stay away from this asshole. What's he been saying?" Sammie demanded. He had entered the room swiftly and now had his hand on his sister's arm pulling her to face him.

"Nothing Sammie. We were just talking. I was telling him the baby's name," she was able to get out even though she was very frightened.

"Well get back to cleaning the kitchen," he said thrusting her towards the door, and afterwards he glared at me without speaking for several seconds then disappeared down the hallway.

"What happened?" Joyce asked a minute later, emerging from the bedroom still looking sleepy.

"I tried to talk Cheriece into helping us escape but Sammie caught me," I told her in a low voice, intentionally leaving out the information Cheriece had provided.

"This is a nightmare," she replied, and looked like she might start crying.

"Joyce...honey. Let's make love...please," I said to her, and watched as a shocked look came to her face.

Hearing Cheriece explain that we would be killed if we aborted a pregnancy made me feel that I needed some hope, however small, that any baby might be mine.

"Are you insane?" Joyce answered.

"Please. I can't explain...just please," I begged her.

She stared at me and the seconds seemed like hours before she finally answered, "Where? How?"

"Let's go into the room," I said, jumping up.

I pushed my wife ahead of me and closed the door as far as it would go until it stuck on the chain. Then, as fast as I could, I dropped my pants and directed Joyce onto her hands and knees on the wood floor. Her slit was quite wet and lacked the snug feel I was used to feeling.

"Ahh..." she said as I penetrated her. Knowing what we were doing was dangerous, I set a fierce pace trying to reach a climax as quickly as possible. Joyce seemed to sense the urgency too and was panting hard and pushing back against me. It wasn't long before I felt the tell tale tingling in my groin warning of a soon to be ejaculation.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!" I heard a voice scream directly behind me then felt a strong hand on my neck that pulled me from my wife and threw me against the wall.

Disoriented, I fell to the ground and lay there for a few seconds before realizing that Odell had his fingers inside Joyce's pussy and was yelling at her.

"Did he cum in you? Did that asshole cum in you?" he demanded to know.

"NO...NO!" She cried out, while crawling to the mattress with him following her with his fingers still probing.

Odell stood and turned towards me and before I could react he kicked me in the balls with his heavy work boot.

"AYYYEEEAHHHHH!" I cried out in excruciating pain, and instinctively rolled to the side clutching my groin to avoid a second blow.

I saw stars and almost instantly a wave of nausea hit me, induced by the deep pain.

"The only seed that's going into your wife's pussy is Calvin's," Odell stated with seething anger, while lifting me by the collar, "Now get your ass out of here."

It was impossible to stand so Odell half drug me to the other room and dropped me in the middle.

"Where the fuck is Calvin," I heard him yell out above me.

"He's out fixing some fence. What the hell happened?" I heard Sammie's voice and his footsteps as he approached.

"I caught this asshole fucking his wife. Luckily, I don't think he got any cum in her," he explained.

"Do we need to move him?" Sammie asked.

"Nah, I kicked him pretty hard so I don't think he will be using those balls on anything for a while," he responded with a chuckle.

Still in abject pain, I tried to work my pants up over my hips but another wave of nausea hit and I had to lie still.

"Fuck both of you," I said to them in anger and frustration.

"Don't even think about getting that little dick of yours in your wife. If you try again, so help me I'll cut it off and feed it to the hogs," Odell declared.

With that, the two men walked away and several minutes later I heard the bedroom door open and Joyce appeared. Back in her shirt, she helped me get my pants up then moved me to the couch where I found a somewhat comfortable position resting partially on my left side.

We were left alone until dinner which we spent mostly in silence. Occasionally, I would catch her looking down at her tummy and I wondered if she was thinking about the possibility of already being pregnant.

Not long after dinner was over, Calvin took Joyce to the bedroom. I was left alone as neither Sammie nor Odell came by, and I suspected they needed a good night's sleep after hitting the bottle so hard the previous evening. There was some rustling sounds from the bedroom but nothing I could make out as sex and I didn’t hear any of Calvin's normal grunts. I hoped that he was asleep, but after watching the way that Joyce had responded to him earlier I wasn't completely sure.

The next morning, Joyce told me that Calvin had quickly fallen asleep and so had she. I wasn’t sure I believed her but I had no choice. Now that it was Friday, I thought that just one more day and it all might be over, and if we were lucky we might escape without Joyce being impregnated. Other than the occasional check from Sammie or Odell, we were left alone. Cheriece only seemed to appear around meal times and I was sure that her brother's had given her a strong warning to stay away from me.

During the night, my balls had swollen to the size of small oranges and I had to leave my pants undone to provide some room. They ached deeply to the point that I worried that permanent damage may have been done. Joyce spent most of the day with me on the couch, but we actually did very little talking as by then everything to talk about had already been discussed.

That evening Odell and Sammie appeared with the whiskey again, and if anything, they were in a more aggressive mood then they had been the night before last. Like before, both Calvin and Cheriece seemed to be intentionally avoiding coming in contact with them. Joyce too, sensing trouble, had tried to retire to the bedroom, but was told she had to stay and have a drink.

"Take it," Sammie instructed my wife, as he extended his arm.

Reluctantly, Joyce accepted the whiskey, but at first held it in her hand without drinking. However, when Odell poured another glass for me and I took some, I saw her start to take small sips.

Unlike the previous night, Odell and Sammie were just beginning to drink, so I realized that they had a long way to go before they were finished. At first, they mostly drank in silence, but as the liquor hit they became more vocal and animated, freely telling stories and trying to be funny. It was a bizarre situation, since we were captives, to hear them regale us with stories like we were old friends.

Sammie was rougher and more course than his brother and I had been watching him for a while as he stared at my wife. Something seemed to building in him, and he finally blurted out, "Lift up that shirt and let me look at your pussy."

His words startled Joyce and even Odell seemed to be caught off guard, but he quickly recovered, "Now Sammie you can't be going after Calvin's wife."

The way he said it indicated to me that he was trying to defuse the situation. Sammie seemed deterred for a few minutes, but continued his stares and soon repeated his demand. Joyce looked at me with concern and even glanced towards Odell as if seeking support however, there was none given.

"Give Sammie a look between your legs honey," Odell said with a shrug.

I could tell Joyce was humiliated, but she had learned that there was no way out in this situation, so we all watched as she took the shirt in her hands and pulled it up until it was level with her belly button. Her closed legs revealed little and it wasn't long before another demand was made.

"Spread your legs and give us a better look," Odell said, now supporting his brother's demands.

Joyce, with a quick glance towards me, opened her legs until her mound came into view. There were still bruises on the inside of her thighs, but the swelling around her pussy had gone down considerably.

"Goddamn let's fuck her Odell. Why should Calvin get all the fun?" Sammie exclaimed as he fidgeted in his chair.

"No Sammie. This is about Calvin and Cheriece. You need to just calm the fuck down," he said to his brother.

Calvin was bad enough, but Sammie's actions scared me and I worried that Joyce might get shared by all three. However, Odell's admonishment of Sammie seemed to work and he slumped back in his chair and took another long pull on the whiskey.

Odell tried to lighten the mood by returning to his story telling and it seemed to work, although occasionally I saw Sammie look at my wife hungrily. Two cups later, Joyce and I were where we had been the other night, but Odell and Sammie, with much better tolerance, didn't seem to be fazed.

"I need to lie down," Joyce announced, and she started to get up, surprisingly with no admonishment from the brothers.

"Calvin? Where the hell are you boy?" Odell yelled down the hall.

Calvin appeared at the opening to the room and looked meekly in. He was dressed in his standard overalls and shirt but seemed more dirty than normal, and his pants had what looked like a half dried pee stain in the crotch. He glanced between his brothers with fear on his face before Odell spoke.

"Calvin, your wife is ready for bed. You got one more night to make sure you plant a baby so get after it," he told him.

Calvin moved swiftly across the room and arrived at the bedroom before Joyce who followed him and closed the door behind them. Amazingly, it all seemed natural now and there weren't even any rude comments from Odell or Sammie. Instead, they just returned to their drinking and began talking about the things they needed to get done over the next few days.

Odell poured another round and we drank with me listening intently for any sound that gave an indication on what was going on. I assumed with Odell's encouragement that Calvin would be going after Joyce’s pussy again, but the silence made me wonder. After about thirty minutes, I noticed that Odell had an odd look and was speaking less. When he stood and walked close to the door, I knew he too was curious about what was going on.

"Odell you think that boy knows to get after it?" Sammie asked, watching his brother.

"I did a couple days ago but I’m not sure now. Maybe he lost interest," Odell replied, but at that precise moment we all heard Joyce moaning and then heard a soft but unmistakable grunt from Calvin.

Odell smiled and returned to his chair, but was clearly fidgeting and after just a few minutes he rose and went back to the door.

"Turn out the lights," Odell said to his brother.

Our room was lit only by a table lamp and when Sammie clicked it off the room was plunged into complete darkness. It took us all a minute for our eyes to adjust and in that time there were several more sounds coming from the love room. Sammie joined his brother by the door, and Odell opened it slowly and quietly. I could see them staring and smiling which piqued my curiosity and caused me to join them, and when I arrived their smiles got bigger as they both looked at me. As soon as I looked inside, I knew why.

Calvin was between my wife's spread legs slowly fucking her while she clutched his ass with her right hand and stroked the back of his head with the other. There was little moans coming from Joyces and my senses told me both were enjoying the coupling immensely. They seemed oblivious to our presence which allowed us to watch their mating in its purely natural state.

"Ugghhhnnn..." Calvin suddenly began to grunt.

"Ssshhh Calvin, please be quiet" my wife said to him quickly, which made it clear she was hoping to keep their encounter undiscovered.

"Your pretty wife sure does like Calvin's big black cock in that married white pussy," Odell whispered to me with a smirk, "Look at her. There is no doubt that she is liking it. She'll take that black baby in that white pussy just fine."

His words were impossible to argue with and I found myself now pretty sure that Calvin had never fallen asleep these previous nights and that Joyce had been manipulating him to have quiet and secret sex with him all along. The orgasms I had seen her have with him, made me believe that this was likely the case. She had been fucking him all along, but telling me nothing happened.

Joyce was mostly blocked from our view but her whimpers of passion could still clearly be heard from beneath Calvin's large black frame. Soon, joining Calvin's grunts and Joyce's moans was the wet, slurping sound of his large cock working its way in and out of my wife's now well used pussy.

"That’s it, Fuck her good Calvin. She sure does like that big black cock of yours" Sammie called out, no longer able to stay quiet.

There was little response from Calvin, but we immediately saw my wife's feet drop to the mattress and her hands move so that they were now pushing on his shoulders as if to pretend that she was trying to get him off of her.

"Don't get all goddamn shy now Joyce. We done saw Calvin getting you off real good. Your husband did too. So get back to it," Odell spoke with a taunting voice.

Joyce was completely quiet now, but Calvin continued to grunt with each stroke and his cock maintained its domination over her pussy by making it squish and slurp as his cock pounded in and out of her.

"Get your legs back in the air and your hands on his assJoyce! Quit pretending you don't like it cause we all know better now. I ain't going to tell you again," Odell commanded but despite his threat, Joyce remained still and silent beneath her black lover.

"Calvin, raise up on your arms," Sammie told his brother. His words must have confused the simple man because he stopped moving and looked at us. Sammie tried again this time with more instruction, "Push up on your arms, but keep your cock in her."

The large man lifted his torso up with his strong arms and Joyce's sweat covered body came into view. After a quick glance in our direction, she turned her head away and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Sammie moved over to the mattress behind my wife's head and reached out with his hands until his fingers found her small nipples and began to twist them.

"AYYYEEEEE...STOP!" she cried out in pain as he pinched and twisted the tender flesh.

Instinctively, I tried to move to help her, momentarily forgetting about the chain which jerked my neck backwards after taking a further step into the room. Odell grabbed the links in his hand and pulled me back threatening me with his fist.

"You going to fuck Calvin now and quit pretending you don’t like it Joyce or do I need to twist your nipple off?" Odell yelled, while his brother maintained his hold.

Joyce was trying hard to move so she could free his grip, but Calvin's body was too heavy to move.

"I can't, I can’t do it" she cried out, in what clearly was intense pain.

Sammie released her nipples just for a second then twisted them the opposite way while shouting, "Yes, you can. We watched Calvin fucking you and you getting off. Now we ain't going to ask again. I'll pull these nipples clean off you!"

I saw Joyce’s face wince from the pain and then heard her say "Okay, okay...I’ll do it. Please..please just stop! Please!" she implored him.

"Okay, but I won't be so nice next time," Sammie said as a final warning then released her, "Okay, now you go ahead and fuck her hard Calvin."

Calvin dropped back on my wife, hiding her once again, and this time he started thrusting into her more deliberately.

I heard my wife cry out with passion now. "Uggghhh.Ohhhhhhhhhh..so big….you’re cock is so big Calvin! I love that big black cock....gawd help me but I do love it!" we heard Joyce cry out.

"Girl, what did I tell you? You had better start fucking him back" Sammie shouted, and his words were clearly a threat that Joyce heard.

Joyce's legs began to lift until her feet were resting on the back of his thighs and her hands moved to his ass again, pulling him in as deep as his cock could go. There wasn’t any sounds other than her moans and Calvin’s grunts as he resumed fucking my wife hard again.

Odell and Sammie became quiet too, and for the next few minutes we watched the coupling in silence. It gave me time to think about what I had witnessed several times and my wife's reaction to Calvin’s big black cock. I tried to tell myself that arousal is a natural state and that being only human there was no way that I could ever blame or hold her responsible for her reactions. Still, it hurt, and although I knew that it was my own doing that brought us to this situation for the thousandth time since we were kidnapped, I wondered if my marriage had any future.

The first signs were slight, but we all noticed it and Odell and Sammie turned to me smiling. Joyce's hands, which had only been resting on Calvin's ass, now had started to clench and then squeeze him as he moved and before long, she was back to openly squeezing him and pulling his ass into her as she moaned and fucked him back. Occasionally, as if she caught herself, she would stop but always within just a few seconds her actions would start again.

"Mmmm...yes.....oh yes" came a soft but clear sound from my wife when Calvin changed his motion. He was now lifting up his hips at the end of each thrust, and again, Sammie and Odell looked at each other and then at me with big grins.

I doubted that Calvin had any idea about the scene he was creating as his big black cock pistoned relentlessly into my wife. Sweat was dripping off his body and I wondered how long he would be able to continue, although he showed no sign of stopping.

I was like a moth to a flame, watching something so fundamentally wrong, but unable to merely turn and walk away. Both Odell and Sammie were clearly excited and both were now openly rubbing themselves through their pants. So far, they had left Joyce to Calvin, but I was worried that when he finished they might want her too.

"Ohhh...unnggghhh...ohhh my gawd…oh my gawd, that feels so good.." My wife suddenly whined when Calvin changed his motion. He must have hit something just right as her hands were now guiding him. I tried to remind myself that it wasn't her fault, but still wondered how she could abandon herself to such total sexual gratification when she was being fucked by a challenged man while his two brothers and her husband watched. It had become a completely depraved, carnal act and compounding the sordid scene was the fact that it was obvious that Joyce was rapidly being worked towards a climax.

"Uggghhh...uggghhh...uggghhh..." Calvin began bellowing and it now looked like it was going to be a race to see who finished first.

"MMMM...OHHH...OHHH...OHHH...YESSS…YESSSSSSSS....." she cried out in a wail, as her nails dug deep into Calvin's ass as she tried to pull him still deeper and her legs rose and thrashed in the air as her toes curled tightly.

The orgasm hit her hard and we could see her body trembling all over and her hair flailing around as her head tossed back and forth. Calvin was only seconds behind and with a roar followed by a series of grunts his body flexed then jerked, and my mind went to the semen that was pouring out of the end of his large cock into Joyce's fertile body.

"That's it Calvin. That’s it…..Fill her married white cunt with your nigger cum! And make sure that you keep on filling her good” encouraged his brother.

Joyce continued to hold onto Calvin’s ass, holding his big cock deep inside of her as he shot spurt after giant spurt of his potent nigger cum deep inside of her.

"Look at her Barry…she loves that big black cock of Calvin’s! Man, if she wasn't before, I’d say she’s a real nigger lover now cause she damn sure does love big black cock and after all the seed Calvin’s put in there, she certainly has to be knocked up by now," Odell proclaimed, while he continued to stroke himself.

We watched Calvin until he finally stopped and collapsed on my wife in utter exhaustion. As we watched, Joyce continued to hold onto Calvin, still keeping his big black cock inside of her. Soon afterwards though, the sound of Joyce crying could be heard beneath his body and Barry heard her say "I'm sorry Barry...I'm so sorry but his big cock feels so good in me, that I love it" she called out.

I felt unbelievably low. Not only had I got my poor wife into this but now she was apologizing to me for something she couldn't help. At least I told myself she couldn't help it. I knew that she needed to hear from me some words that she could take comfort in, but my mouth was too dry to say much, so all I said back was “that’s okay Joyce….I understand…it’s okay and then I turned and left.

Cheriece was standing right behind me, having witnessed the mating, and stepped aside to let me by. She followed me to the couch and sat at the opposite end.

"I'm sorry things worked out like this Barry," she said with a look of pity.

"Let's fuck her too," I heard Sammie said to his brother from the doorway, before I could speak. My fears came rushing back, as if somehow, in my mind, this would actually be worse than the sex with Calvin. Calvin couldn't help himself and was being forced just like Joyce, but these two had no excuse.

"No Sammie. We need to make sure it's Calvin's baby inside her," Odell replied to his brother, in a manner that said it wasn't open for discussion.

Sammie seemed to get angry for a moment but then with a big exhale of breath he backed away from the door and returned to his chair. Odell followed soon thereafter closing the door behind him as he left.



It was misting the day we stepped outside to find Joyce's SUV, still loaded with our vacation gear. It was parked in front of an old ramshackle frame house that had been our prison for a week. Sammie, Odell and Cheriece stood in the doorway as we left with Calvin barely visible standing behind them.

Prior to our departure, Odell had explained to us that if we made any attempt to halt a pregnancy they would find out and would kill us both just as Cherice had told me. There was no doubt in my mind that he was telling the truth. They also said that if Joyce had somehow managed to come through the ordeal without being impregnated, that was fine, and they would accept that it was God's will, but if Calvin had given her a child they made it clear that she had better deliver it and that we had better raise it as our own and take good care of it.

Surprisingly, they made no effort to threaten us about us calling the police, and I guess instinctively they knew that it was too sordid a situation for us to want in the public record.

Joyce did in fact become pregnant with Calvin’s child and nine months to the day of our release, she gave birth to a large black baby boy. Although we talked about an abortion numerous times, the fear of Sammie and Odell killing us, as well as Joyce's own reluctance to abort a living child, kept us from doing anything until it was too late.

As far as my wife and I, there was lots of talking and tears along the way, with Joyce more upset about my betrayal of her with Cheriece than the fact it had resulted in her **** and impregnation.

It was at least three months before Joyce would let me touch her and although the sex was satisfying to me, it was obvious that Joyce did not enjoy it at all. I didn’t even try to have sex with Joyce for the remainder of her pregnancy because I had a hard time knowing that Calvin's baby was steadily growing inside her pussy.

Then there was the concern, fear really, over the health of the child. We did lots of research on the subject which in the end provided little relief. We just had to wait and see, which kept a constant strain on our lives, even after the baby was born. Fortunately, by the time the child turned two, we were told that we could be fairly certain that it didn't suffer from the genetic malady that ran in their ******.

Little Keevon, was dark skinned like his father and he was big, like his father as well. He was especially big in the penis department and at the age of two, his penis was about four inches long and as fat as my finger. The truth was that it was already nearly as long as my little 4 1/2 inch white penis and Joyce used to love to stroke and play with Kevon’s penis as she rubbed the pink Johnson’s baby lotion all over his black body on a regular basis and she used to tell me that Keevon was going to be quite the lover and that he would be more than able to please the girls when he got older. The meaning was obvious….rubbing my nose in the fact that I could never please my wife the way that Calvin had pleased her. Keevon was rambunctious and precocious, and also scoring well above kids his own age in both motor skill and intelligence tests and with that, I hoped the worse was all behind us and that somehow perhaps miraculously, Joyce would forgive me and our marriage was going to survive, but that hope was short lived. All of our friends and ****** could not forgive us when they found out that Joyce had delivered a black baby and when we would meet new people, often they would ask if we had adopted a black child, saying that was a really nice thing to do, but Joyce would quickly speak up and tell them that she had delivered Keevon and that he was dark skinned and looked exactly like his father. I think she took great pleasure in the fact that I would be completely humiliated and most people just looked at me with pity and confusion.

I began thinking of becoming a real father and wanting Joyce and I to have our own child and one day I told Joyce that I thought it would be good if we had our own child and even suggested that Keevon should have a brother or sister while he was still young.

Joyce immediately let me know that I was already a father, and that I had chosen to be the father of Cheriece’ s child, but she made no comments on my suggestion that Keevon have a brother or sister so I hoped deep down that maybe she would consider that, but my hope wasn’t really all that strong. The truth was that Joyce and I hardly ever had sex so I knew there was little chance of any of it happening anyway and I put the thoughts out of my mind.

It was about two or three weeks later, on a Saturday, that I came home early from playing golf to find a very quiet house. As I walked upstairs, I looked in little Kevon’s room and found him asleep in his bed. I could hear noises coming from the bedroom and although I called out Joyce’s name, there was no response. I found the bedroom door closed and just as I put my hand on the door knob, I heard a sensual moan coming from behind the door and recognized the voice as Joyce’s. My heart jumped and I figured that perhaps Joyce was masturbating. I imagined her in there with her legs spread and a dildo of some type in her and with a smile, I stayed quiet so I could at least be an auditory voyeur and from the sounds, I could tell her arousal was increasing quickly and I felt my dick stiffening. It was just about then that I heard her voice cry out as her orgasm began to hit. "Oh yes…yes…that’s it, fuck me Calvin, fuck me with that big black cock and shoot that cum inside of me! Little baby Keevon needs a brother or sister, even Barry says it’s the right thing so ..please…please….oh gawd yes. Please fuck me with that big black cock and knock me up again!"

I gently opened the bedroom door a crack, just enough to peer inside and that’s when I saw the big black body on top of her just like I had seen during our kidnapping. I could see that it was Calvin and from the angle I had, I could see his large black cock and big black balls moving between my wife’s upraised legs. They were hooked behind the cheeks of his black ass, in the position I had seen so many times before when Calvin was fucking my wife and he was pounding her pussy as if there was no tomorrow. There was no doubt about it. Joyce was again willingly fucking the large cocked, mentally challenged black man who had ***** and knocked her up and planted his black son in her pussy before, and there was no mistaking the fact that she did indeed love that big black cock as I had heard her state. When I took a breath, I couldn’t help but notice that the room reeked with the odor of sex and when I saw the huge wet spot underneath them, I knew that they had been at it several times already today. What could I say or do. Just then I heard the deep guttural moan from my wife and heard her say “Oh yes...that’s it Calvin.....I can feel it shooting inside of me… that’s it….fill that married white pussy of mine up with your nigger cum again........fuck it good....fuck it real good again! Please.....please do it Calvin....give me another black baby!” and then I heard Calvin let out that all too familiar roar and knew he was doing it....he was filling her again with his potent nigger cum. I took another look at his huge black body hovering over my wife’s white frame and saw the way her arms and hands were clinging to him, legs still raised and her toes curled and I knew another series of orgasms was hitting her. I quietly closed the door and staggered back downstairs.

The front of my pants felt wet to me and when I looked down, I realized that while I watched and listened to my wife being fucked by Calvin, I had cum in my pants without even touching myself. I knew that the truth was that I enjoyed it...listening to and watching them together. Calvin really gave her pleasure....so much more pleasure than I had ever been able to give her. How could I be mad at Joyce for what she was doing? I knew that I could never please her that way and I wondered if I told her just how much I enjoyed watching them and suggested that Calvin move in and stay with us. After all he was Kevon’s father and would also be the father to the new baby I knew would be on the way shortly if not already growing in my wife’s belly. I would beg her to just let me watch and listen to the two of them together and tell Joyce that he should be there and that she and Calvin could share the master bedroom, so long as she would consider just letting me listen and watch them and maybe let me clean her with my mouth after she and Calvin were through?

So many things were going through my mind right then, but one thing I knew was that I could not in any way be upset at my wife’s actions. After all, I was the one that made the mistake with Cherice in the beginning and it was still costing me dearly! And the other thing I realized was that I really did love hearing and watching her and Calvin together!

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