BEWARE ANNIVERSARY VACATIONS
This whole thing started when my bride and I were spending our honeymoon at a resort in Alaska. That was when Jen suggested we should make it a tradition to take our yearly vacations as a way of celebrating our anniversaries. It sounded like a good idea to me, and since we were married on June 6th, which is a reasonably good time of year to go on a trip, I agreed.
Jen majored in Elementary Education at DU, and I chose to go after a degree in Economics, since I already knew I'd be working at the Denver bank my great-great grandfather founded many years ago. It was when the two of us were in our second year at the college that we met by chance one day as we stood in line at the bookstore, waiting to buy our textbooks. From the first glance I knew she was the one who had always been meant for me, and I guess she must have felt the same way, because we started dating that very evening, and kept it up for the next two years.
We were married a few days after we graduated, and while Jen worked in the classroom where she'd be the sixth-grade teacher, to get it ready for September, I worked as a teller in the bank, because my father insisted I learn the business from the ground up. By the time we were ready to leave on our first anniversary trip, I'd been promoted to the position of Supervisor of New Accounts, and it looked like we were set on the path our lives were meant to travel.
Little did either of us know how drastically that path would soon be changed.
Chapter 2
We had been looking at travel brochures ever since Christmas, and finally decided that for our first anniversary, we'd take a Caribbean cruise. We wanted to see sights that were entirely different from what we saw every day in Denver, and the photos in the brochures showed us how radically different things were in Haiti. So, we chose that island as our first destination.
The very next day we booked reservations through a company that was right across the street from the bank where I worked, and then it was a matter of waiting for our departure date from DIA (Denver International Airport). From there we'd fly directly to Miami, then board a cruise ship that would work its way through the Caribbean, until our eventual arrival at Port-au-Prince in Haiti. Once there we'd leave the tour group, and after spending the next week traveling on our own through the island nation, we'd return to our home via air travel. We did it that way so we'd have the freedom to choose our own destinations down there, rather than be locked in to a fixed tour schedule.
The flight to Miami was uneventful, but meeting new people and seeing new sights on the cruise ship made up for any boredom, and we loaded both our phones with pictures of all the wonderful, new things we saw at every port of call. When we arrived at our destination city in Haiti, the strangeness got even more pronounced, starting with the exotic scents and the colorful clothes the natives were wearing.
Probably the strangest thing, in my opinion, anyway, was the way seemingly every man, and many women, stared at Jenn with lust in their eyes. I'd always known she was beautiful beyond compare, but I guess I'd never known how many other people seemed to share my opinion of her. I'd seen men in Denver give her the once-over, more than a few times, but never before had I seen men with dark-brown skin undressing her with their eyes as we walked. To be honest, I have to confess that I never tired of the thrill it gave me when one of them would look directly at my wife and extend his tongue as far as possible, then slowly and sensously lick his lips, undoubtedly signaling his desire to do the same thing to her pussy.
I simply cannot explain why I found that sort of thing to be the least bit sexy, let alone be so arousing that I had to resort to carrying my straw hat in front of my crotch to hide my shameful condition, rather than putting it on my head so it'd protect me from the hot sun. From the way Jenn squeezed my hand time after time as black men expressed their desire for her, I knew she was also being affected. It wasn't until later that day that I understood she was being aroused just as much as I was.
When the heat of the day became too much for us, we made our way back to the hotel, then after showering in cold water to get our body temperatures back to normal, lay down on the bed with no covers over us. I had been erect nearly all the time, and still was even after the cold shower. I guess Jenn was still turned on, too, because as soon as I was lying on my back on the bed, with my erection bobbing back and forth, she took a condom out of her purse and expertly rolled it down my shaft. Saying nothing, she mounted my crotch in a single, practiced motion, and then drove both of us crazy as she fucked me with more passion than she'd ever shown before.
It was over far too soon, of course, given how turned on we both were, and after she'd climaxed to match my own release, we held each other close and rolled to our sides. Before either of us could say even one word, I was sound asleep, and I'm sure she was, too.
Judging from how stiff both of us were when we awoke, I'm sure we hadn't moved at all during our naps. My organ was no longer in her, of course, because it wasn't anywhere near big enough to remain that way when we were lying side-by-side. The rubber was still on it, though, which was nice in that it meant any wet spot would be prevented.
We decided we wanted to eat dinner in one of the restaurants that lined the streets near our hotel, since we were both starving due to all the exercise we'd had from walking so much that day, as well as what we'd done when we got back to our room. We took another shower together, lovingly washing each other while she teased me about being so aroused when other men showed what they wanted to do to her. The result was that I was hard again by the time we'd toweled off, but went soft as I dressed for an evening on the town.
Jen, as usual, took three times longer to dress than I did, so to fill the time I checked out the library of DVDs that lined the shelf below the player in our room. I have to admit that I was blushing most of the time as I read the titles and short descriptions, because every one of them seemed to focus on sex of some sort or another. I'd never seen such a thing at the hotels and motels where we stayed in the States, but just told myself, "When in Rome do as Romans do," as I created a mental list of the movies I wanted us to watch that night.
At last dressed, Jen came out of the bathroom and announced her readiness for the night, and we left our room and headed down to the front desk in the lobby. I asked the clerk if he could recommend a restaurant, which he was quick to do, and as we thanked him and turned to leave, he said, "Monsieur, if I may, I would like to make a second recommendation for a destination after you have dined."
Both of us nodded in acceptance, and he continued, "I'm sure you noticed there is a DVD player, as well as a small library of movies, in your room. In case you may be interested in newer titles, may I recommend this store to you? It has a stock of titles that are, shall we say, more diverse than you'll find in your room, and I'm sure you'll be able to find something that will provide you with, uh . . . entertainment for many hours."
I took the card he extended and thanked him, but before we could walk away, he added, "Sir, may I ask if I could take a photograph of the two of you? The hotel has an extensive website, as I'm sure you already know, and we like to post pictures of some of our customers who are more attractive than usual, may I say, because we think it makes the site much more personal and interesting to those who are viewing it."
I guess our silence was the only answer he needed, because he immediately held up his iPhone, asked us to smile seductively, and pressed the button on the case. He then thanked us and picked up the desk phone that had been blinking for a few seconds. Since we had no objections to our photos being posted on the website, we waved our good-byes and made our way to the front entrance.
We turned to the right to make our way to the restaurant that had been recommended by the desk clerk, then walked slowly on our way, soaking in all the strange sights, sounds, and aromas of our surroundings. It never occurred to me to question the clerk's recommendation of the video store, and all I did was tuck the business card in my shirt pocket.I guess the only thought that crossed my mind right then was that I was sure Jen would have no interest in even the milder videos I'd seen in our room, let alone something that would be more raunchy.
Chapter 3
The meal we shared that evening was everything we'd hoped for, in terms of the food being different than what we normally ate. The live music that was played for us was so different that I at first found it unsettling, but after a glass or two of the excellent wine, I found the tempo set by the pounding drums to be just right. Jenn must have shared my appreciation, because she joined me in drinking much more wine that we ever before had, with the result that we were leaning on each other as we left the restaurant.
I was ready to return to our room, hoping for more sex, but Jen seemed to be instantly revived by the cooler air of the evening. She said, "Honey, let's go to that video store. Okay? I mean, well . . . we're on vacation, so let's do something really wild for a change. Okay?"
All I needed to see was the intense expression on her face to know she was well on her way to being aroused once again. Eager to get her back in the mood she'd been in that afternoon, I readily agreed with her suggestion, and after showing the card to a traffic cop standing on the corner and asking for directions, we were soon walking arm-in-arm and heading for something new and exciting.
What we found there was not only that, but much, much more.
Chapter 4
It took no more than five minutes for us to come to a business that had a storefront sign in French, with a smaller one directly below in English. In lurid-red letters, it identified the business as:
HEART'S DESIRE VIDEOS
Everything you could possibly need for your desire to become lust
Given the mood I was already in, nothing else could have been more intriguing to me than that. Taking my wife's arm in mine, I led her to the front door, then held it open while she walked through.
There was a beautiful woman standing just a few feet inside the door, wearing a robe with stars and other images decorating it. I assumed she was playing the role of greeter, so I brought us to a halt directly in front of her. She was holding an iPhone just like the one the desk clerk had used to take our photos, and I saw her eyes drop to the screen for a split-second, then focus again on our faces.
She smiled even more broadly than before as she asked, "Americans? Français?"
Jen nodded as I replied, "The first. English, please, if you would. We'll try to learn some French before our next vacation here, but for now, I'm afraid we're pretty-much limited to English."
She smiled again, then continued her welcome by saying, "I am Lisette, and it pleases me to welcome you to our place of business. Here you will find videos that will satisfy your every passion, your every need, no matter what it is. We cater to those tastes that others would find to be far too extreme, and if you will confide in me, your every wish will be fulfilled before the night has passed."
She paused to pick up a tray of what looked like pieces of cake, then as she extended it toward us she added, "May I offer you one of our delicious brownies? They are specially blended to elevate your mood to new heights as you sample the wares we have to offer here."
Jen was the first to extend her hand and take one of the brownies, but when she took a tiny bite, then exclaimed, "My god, Honey! I've never tasted anything this delicious, Go ahead and try one," I did the same. After taking a second bite, she said to the woman, "Oh, I must have this recipe. I recognize most of the ingredients, but there's something in there that's strange to my taste. Would you share the recipe with me. Please?"
The woman answered, "They have only one ingredient that's different from any other brownie, so they would be easy for any cook to make. The ingredient you don't recognize is ganja. I'm sure you'd have no trouble finding it in your country."
Jenn seemed lost in thought for a few seconds, then as her eyes cleared, she whispered, "So . . . they have marijuana in them? That's the secret ingredient?"
Lisette smiled as she confirmed the guess with a nod, then said, "Yes, that's the word I was trying to think of. The amount of ganja . . . marijuana in this recipe is quite large, and if you eat just one piece I think you'll notice how it enhances your mind, and causes you to think of the kinds of sex that create the most lust in your soul."
By then I had already swallowed the final crumbs of the delicious brownie, and when my wife did the same and turned to me, I saw how blank her expression was, and was sure it was mirrored on my own face. Then, her eyes grew heavy-lidded and her lips parted as she began to breathe more and more deeply with each passing second. I was having trouble concentrating on anything other than how very, very much I wanted her, and even through my loss of focus I knew my own reactions to the drug were very-much the same as hers.
The woman's voice seemed to come from very far away as she said, "I see both of you are becoming aroused as the lust courses throughout your bodies, and that means it's time for me to learn your deepest, darkest desires." She held our her hands to us as she added, "Please hold my hands in yours so that I may read your minds and discover your strongest perversions."
My body was by then completely beyond my conscious control, and I watched stupefied as one of my hands moved toward hers, seemingly all of its own volition. Jen's hand was doing the same, and as our hands clasped Lisette's both of us gasped in unison as a jolt of energy passed up our arms and throughout our bodies.
The woman's face showed intense concentration for several seconds, then as she dropped our hands she said softly, "As I suspected, the two of you share the same perversions. I also learned that you have spent most of your lives trying to hide them from others, but that didn't stop my spirit from discovering them. I am the manbo, or Priestess, to a group of sevites, or followers of vodou, which you call 'voodoo.' None can withhold their most-secret thoughts from me, as you will learn tonight."
She then drew a deep breath, and after exhaling slowly while in deep thought, she said, "Please follow me, Jennifer and Harold." As she turned her back and began to walk away, I gave no more than a fleeting thought to how she knew our names, because I knew neither of us had mentioned them to her; however, the explanation was of no consequence, because we were drawn along behind her as if there were a steel cable connecting the three of us.
We were led down an aisle to a display case in one of the back corners of the store, and as we came to a stop, I saw the descriptive sign at the top of the shelves of DVDs bore the words, "ADULTERY/CUCKOLDING." A bolt of lightning swept through my body as I read those words, and I knew the woman had correctly read my most-secret thoughts. What was confusing to me, though, was that I knew there was no way on Earth that my wife could ever share my hidden fantasies. Then, as Lisette's finger traced a path down the shelves, seemingly guided by more descriptive words that pinpointed my perversions, I began to realize that I was wrong.
The path from one descriptive sign to the next that the Priestess' finger was following as it narrowed the choices of videos looked like this:
ADULTERY/CUCKOLDING
l
WHITE MAN ***** BY BLACK MEN
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TORTURE
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FORCED ORAL SEX
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WHITE WOMAN IMPREGNATED BY BLACK MEN
By the time her finger had reached the last descriptive label, I was lost and completely beyond rational thought. I knew that my wife understood by now what a pervert I truly was, and that when the effects of the drug wore off, she would probably never want to see me again.
That horrible thought quickly fled my mind as the woman chose one of the videos on the final shelf. As she picked it up, she said, "I think this one will quickly become your favorite. I urge you to take it back to your home in . . . it's Colorado, isn't it? That's the impression I had, but sometimes fleeting thoughts are difficult for me to read. No matter, though, because wherever you live, I want you to watch this little movie time after time, and think of this night, because I know it will soon be the most-important few hours in your lives."
She paused for a few seconds, then continued, "Since our specialized videos are quite expensive, I encourage you to view the trailer before making your decision. If you're still interested in buying it after seeing that part, I would like to make a further suggestion to the two of you."
Jenn didn't even look at me to see if I wanted to do that, but merely said, "Of course. We're completely in your hands."
Lisette said nothing as she opened the plastic case bearing the DVD, then placed the disk in a video player sitting on a shelf across the aisle from the video display. As soon as she selected the line reading, "Trailer," the screen of the TV that was above the player came to life. Then, what I've always thought of as "jungle music" began to play as the title, "Black Justice in Action," was displayed. The trailer began to play, and I was instantly and totally absorbed in what was happening.
The movie began with a white couple, both approximately our own ages, following Lisette through a door. As she brought them to a halt, the camera focused on the faces of the couple, showing their staring eyes and open mouths as they gasped for breath. It then panned to the part of the room directly in front of them, and to my utter shock I saw a group of naked black men and women standing there staring back at the pair. The only part I could focus on was the condition of the men, because every one of them was rampant, and their organs were so huge that I simply couldn't accept they were real.
The camera then returned to the Priestess just as she said, "Please remove all your clothing and hang it on the hooks on the wall. Once both of you are naked, we can get started fulfilling all your hidden fantasies."
Not a word was said as the couple began undressing and hanging up their clothes as instructed. Then, when the naked man turned back around to face the crowd, his very-erect penis, bobbing in excitement, drew ripples of laughter from both the men and the women as they pointed to his tiny organ. I knew what was so amusing to them was larger than my own dick, but probably not much more than an inch or two. Unbidden, the name Jen had given that part of my body, "Winkie," echoed in my brain, and I knew more than ever how tiny I actually was.
Before I had time to rationalize my defect, the movie continued and Lisette took the couple by their hands and led them to a pair of strange-looking tables, spaced apart by about six feet. At what I assumed was the upper end of each table there was a small rectangle of wood, which was probably meant as a resting place for their heads. At the other end there were two boards attached to the tabletop in such a manner that they formed the letter "V," telling me that their legs would be placed there. To bolster my opinion, there were leather cuffs at the ends of the boards, and I had no doubt they were there to restrain the legs of whoever was on the table, and to hold them widely spread.
They were ordered to get on the tables on their backs, and the small size of the tops meant their crotches were hanging over the lower ends while their heads and upper shoulders were hanging over the upper ends. That was the signal for the men and women to gather around the white couple, and in confirmation of my guess, their ankles were quickly strapped in place on the boards whose far ends were at least six feet apart. While that was being done, their arms were pulled straight down, and other cuffs were secured around their wrists.
By then I was completely lost in the fantasies I'd had for many years, and it was all I could do to draw air into my starving lungs as I watched what was being done to the man and woman lying on the tables.
For some reason, I had not noticed the ropes that were attached to the far ends of the leg boards, with the other ends running through pulleys on the ceiling. That part was made clear in a matter of seconds when the feet of both the man and the woman were drawn high above their heads, and everything between their legs was available for whatever would be done to them.
At that moment, one of the black men positioned himself between the woman's widespread legs, while another did the same between the man's legs. Both of them pushed their huge erections down until they were pointed at their intended targets, and then they began to enter the vulnerable bodies that had been secured to the tables.
Both of the victims began to squirm as their bodies struggled against the huge invaders, and the woman gasped loudly as her pussy was spread far beyond anything it had ever experienced. Her husband struggled also, but as with his wife, his struggles did nothing but help the monster cock work its way deeper and deeper inside him.
At that moment one of the black women moved to the head of the table where the white woman lay writhing in agony as her body was forced to accept something it had never been designed to have inside it. One of the men moved to a position above the man's head, and then as if they'd heard a signal, they both reached under the supporting shelves. There must have been some sort of release mechanism under there, because the two shelves suddenly hinged downward, instantly followed by the couple's heads.
The black woman immediately stepped forward while spreading her legs, and before I could understand what was happening, her pussy was directly over the mouth of the white woman. I could hear both women start moaning at almost the same time, telling me they were enjoying the moment.
At the other table, the black man had also moved closer to the bound man's face, whose eyes were opened as far as they could possibly go as they stared and stared at the huge organ that was slowly approaching his lips. In less time than it takes to tell, those lips parted wide, and his moaning came to an abrupt end as the black cock entered his mouth.
My eyes darted from one part of the scent to the next, never able to stop for more than a split-second at any place. I watched the black man's cock ****** the white wife, entering her pussy more deeply with every stroke. I watched how the woman's head was making short movements up and down as she licked the pussy that writhed on her lips. I watched the second black man ****** the husband, my mind continuously replaying all the times when I had been ***** like that, but never by a penis as large as the one I could see probing the deepest recesses of the victim's ass. But most of all I watched the way the white man was eagerly worshipping the black cock that by then had passed beyond his mouth and entered his throat, and I wanted to be the one tied to the table, being ***** in both my ass and my mouth and anticipating the wonderful taste of fresh semen as it was pumped into my body so I could swallow it.
And then, just as the white woman's crotch lifted farther than ever before above the table, then froze there as she climaxed, another black woman approached her table with a whip in her hand. Out of the corner of one eye I saw a black man, also holding a whip, step up beside the husband's table, and then I literally could not breathe as the double whippings began. The bound woman was whipped on her breasts with one stroke, then on her clitoris with the second. The strokes were quickly repeated, leaving a criss-crossing network of red stripes where they had struck.
The bound man was also being whipped, and both his nipples and his little dick were soon displaying red stripes that were duplicates of those that covered his wife's body.
And then the TV screen went dark, leaving me breathless and frustrated that I couldn't watch more of what I so very much wanted for myself. The only message read: "End of trailer. To watch the rest of this movie, please enter the six-digit code you were given when you purchased the DVD." Right under that message were six small boxes in a row, with a blinking cursor in the first.
In the sudden silence, Lisette pressed the "Eject" button on the player, then removed the disk and returned it to the plastic case. As she held it in one hand, she said, "I feel quite sure you will want to buy this, but before you do, may I make a suggestion?"
At Jenn's eager nod, the Priestess continued. "It has been my experience with other married couples who share your perversions that they find their enjoyment enhanced to a great degree if they are the ones in the movie, rather than strangers. With that in mind, I would like to offer you the opportunity to take your places in front of the cameras, and on the tables you saw. I think both of you can benefit greatly from experiencing directly what other white couples have had done to them in the past."
She paused to give her words a chance to penetrate our vapor-locked brains, then added, "So . . . I ask you now, Jennifer and Harold: Do you wish to play your parts in your own, personal movie? Do you want me to take you to the room where the sevites are waiting to tie you to the tables and **** you and whip you and do all the other delicious things to your bodies that you crave so deeply? Please answer me now if you wish that to be done to you."
I could see that my wife was trembling all over just as strongly as I was, and that her eyes were fixed on my face, as if waiting for me to answer her unasked question. I managed to nod my head one time, and that must have been what she had been waiting for, because she turned to Lisette and with her voice husky with arousal, she rasped, "Yes. We want that to happen to us. Please take us where we need to be."
The woman's only answer was to turn away from us as she replaced the DVD where she'd found it, then as she straightened she said only, "Follow me."
And we did, although it felt to me as if I were walking in deep, sucking mud, as I did my best to keep up with our guide. When Jen took my hand in hers I could feel her trembling, and that seemed to give me the strength to pull her along with me as we walked toward a door set in the rear wall of the store.
Chapter 5
As we walked through the door, we found ourselves in a large room. And then I saw we were not alone in there, but were in the company of several men and women, all of them with dark-brown or almost-black skin. There were six women and six men standing there in silence, doing nothing but watching us, and every one of them was completely naked. Not only that, but the men were just as erect as I'd been ever since swallowing the final bite of the brownie, and the organs they displayed were so far superior to my little dick that my face began to burn in shame.
The six women were all aroused, as shown by their distended nipples and the way they were rubbing their crotches. I had never in my life seen nipples as long as theirs, and the jolt of lust that sight sent thundering through my body almost made my knees buckle. Luckily, I got control of myself just as Lisette turned back to us and looked directly into our eyes. In a voice ringing with authority, she commanded, "Jennifer, Harold, I order you to remove all your clothing. Take off everything and hang it on the wall hooks, then place your shoes directly beneath them. Obey me now."
I fought with my body to make it grab Jen's hand and run from the room, but it wouldn't obey me. Instead, when her hands slowly moved toward the top button of her blouse, then freed it, my own hands followed suit with my shirt. In less time that it takes to write this, her blouse and bra as well as my shirt had been removed and were hanging on two of the hooks on the wall.
We both stepped out of our shoes at the same time, then leaned over, took off our socks, and stuffed them in the shoes. After hurriedly placing the shoes on the floor where they belonged, our hands flew to our waists, and soon her slacks and my pants were gathered around our ankles. They were quickly placed on other wall hooks, and then Jen shucked off her panties as I slid my undershorts down my legs, then we raced each other to see whose would be on the wall first.
I don't remember which of us won, because as soon as we were naked, Lisette was pointing at the tables, and we were hurrying to obey her unspoken order.
Since we had seen the video just a couple minutes before, both of us knew what to do, and in a heartbeat we were on our respective tables with our heads on the small supports and our legs lying on the "V"-shaped boards. And then, in a silence that was more erotic than any words could have been, the men and women who would soon be ****** and torturing us were strapping our ankles in place, so that any resistance would be impossible.
And all that did was make the whole thing ten times hotter than it would have been if we'd been lying unsecured on the tables.
We were given no time to think about what was going to happen next, because in an instant our feet were drawn high into the air, exposing our crotches to the avid gazes of the black men and women. They, too, knew their roles in our humiliation, and no words were spoken as one man moved between my legs at the same time as another moved between my wife's.
My almost-constant fantasies of watching her being fucked by other men soon became reality, and her ******'s huge cock began to enter that part of her that had entranced me ever since our first date. As I stared transfixed at the sight of a black man fucking my wife, I began to experience what I'm sure were pale imitations of what she was feeling right at that moment. The monster forcing its way deep inside me was almost identical in size to what was penetrating her pussy, but I felt sure she was feeling nothing but pleasure, while I was feeling waves of pain as I was *****.
The men had barely begun to fuck us as I felt a hand on my forehead, and as it was forced downward I knew the shelf that was there when I got on the table had been lowered. My head sank lower and lower, and when I looked toward my wife's table, I saw hers was doing the same.
And then I could no longer draw a breath of air into my lungs, because that was when I saw Lisette, who was just as naked as the rest of us, was moving up to Jen's face as she spread her legs wider and wider. Then, as I saw her head disappear between the Priestess' legs, both women began to moan deep in their throats, and I knew my wife was licking Lisette's pussy with just as much enthusiasm as I'd always used when I was allowed to do that.
Before I could watch that erotic vision more than a second or two, my head was as far down as it could possibly go, and a second woman was straddling it and letting me provide the same stimulation as my wife was doing right beside me. I had always loved doing that, even more than I'd loved having intercourse, and the familiar taste of an aroused pussy immediately overcame any reticence still left in me, and my tongue went wild as I licked the flowing slit and quickly swallowed every drop of juice I found.
The woman's arousal caused her to cum far too soon for me, but I didn't have more than a few seconds to think about that, because just then the man who was fucking me pulled out. I didn't know what was going to happen next, until the crotch I was pleasuring moved rapidly away from my mouth. Another, stronger hand was on my head then, and it was urging it to turn to the side where a beautiful, black cock was waiting to be serviced. Before I could even think that it was the same one that had been in my ass just moments before, my lips were spreading and the huge head was searching for my eager tongue.
I was no stranger to that sort of thing, because I'd done exactly that for my best friend when I was still a boy. The familiar taste was there, and even though the situation was very, very different from what it had been all those years ago, I yielded to old habit patterns, and my lips closed tightly around the erection that was being fed to me. My tongue went wild as it licked and my throat sucked with every bit of force it could muster, and then, the wonderful sensation of the head seemingly swelling to twice its previous size centered all my attention on what was going to happen.
As had to happen, a flood of cum covered my tongue, and then I was lost in a world where nothing mattered but sucking and swallowing, then doing it all over again just as fast as I could.
I was brought to a state of semi-consciousness as the man withdrew his cock, then stepped away from my head. My only response was to turn my head to the side to look at my wife, who was holding her own head up and staring as another man was plunging his cock deep into her pussy.
At the same time as that was happening, I saw one of the women move up beside Jen's chest, holding a small tube, like a prescription-pill bottle in one hand and withdrawing a long needle from it. With no hesitation at all, the woman plunged the point of the needle into one of my wife's distended nipples, then pushed it quickly all the way through as Jen groaned with both pain and lust.
My attention was drawn back to myself as the man who had been ****** me pulled out, and just as he was walking up to my head, a woman moved up beside me holding a second needle-filled bottle. I was given just enough time to watch as she shoved the thing through one of my nipples before the second man pushed my head back where it belonged, and allowed me to finish him off.
By the time I could raise my head again, my wife was licking another woman's pussy while a third man was ****** her. Both her nipples held at least half a dozen needles that had been pushed all the way through them, and as I watched another was being thrust into one of her breasts as her moans of pain and lust escaped the pussy that was riding her tongue.
Again my attention returned to my own body, and as I watched one of the men was holding a needle beside the head of my tiny organ, and before I could even begin to steel myself for what was about to happen, he pushed it all the way through from side to side. Two more were thrust through that tender part before my head was pushed back down, where my third ****** needed me to finish him off.
I hurried to give him what he needed, then when he pulled out and stepped back, I once again looked toward Jen's table, and saw something that scared me far more than anything that had yet happened. One of the women was just then holding what looked to be exactly the same thing I alway used to light our backyard barbecue, and as her finger clicked the trigger a flame shot from the end of the tube. As the flame began to caress my wife's needle-filled breasts she began to moan and try to scream through the pussy that was covering her face.
I tried to beg them to stop, but then in a hearbeat I had my own agonizing pain to deal with and I looked down toward my crotch, dreading what I was going see and feel. Just as my eyes reached the head of my dick, I saw another of the lighters was being held under it. Then, as the needles were heated they began to cook that most-sensitive part of my body.
The last thing I remember clearly was the sight of two of the women raising whips high above their heads, and staring avidly at our crotches.
And I screamed, but it was short lived, because a pussy needed to use my mouth at that moment, and it muffled any sounds I tried to make.
And that was my last memory of that night.
Chapter 6
The sense of confusion I had when I awakened was greater than any I'd ever felt, and it took a long time before I could overcome it enough to open my eyes and look around me. Jen was lying beside me with her head propped up by one elbow, looking at me and smiling lovingly. When at last my eyes cleared enough that I could recognize our hotel room, she said, "Welcome back, Honey."
My first response was to gasp as wave after wave of pain swept through my body, and my second was to lift the bedcovers so I could see if my worst fears had been realized, and that there was no longer anything to see between my legs. The wave of relief I felt as I saw everything intact was enough to bring tears to my eyes, and my thoughts turned to Jen. As if she could read my mind, she confirmed her own condition as she said, "All my parts are still there, too. They hurt like hell, but they'll heal, and then all we'll have will be the memories."
She turned away from me and picked up something from the bedside table before adding, "And this, too, of course."
She had a thin, plastic case in her hand, and I could see a silver disk inside it. I didn't need her to tell me that she was holding a DVD that had "our" movie on it, and her tiny smile and nod told me I was correct.
"I wanted you to be awake before we look at it," she said, "because I know you're just as interested as I am in watching what they did to us after we passed out. Actually, I think the best thing would be to wait until we get home before we do that, because we're both completely worn out by all that sex. Would that be okay with you, Honey? Would you rather wait?"
I agreed with her, of course, because right then sex was the last thing on my mind. The burning, throbbing pain from my chin to my knees was preventing me from feeling the least bit aroused, but as I looked down my body I could see that the only evidence of what'd been done to me on the table were the red stripes from the whip, as well as dozens of tiny red spots where the needles had been pushed through my nipples and dick. What I feared most was seeing nothing but charred flesh in those same places, but the reality was that there weren't even any blisters. I assumed the shiny, oily substance that had been applied to me there had not only started the healing process, but had also numbed the pain I should have been feeling.
And with that knowledge soothing me, I turned my head to Jen, then said, "I love you so much," and then I fell asleep again.
When I came awake the second time, the agony from my swollen bladder barely allowed me to realize I was alone in the room before I scrambled out of bed and raced for the bathroom. Thank the powers that be I was naked, because I'd surely have pissed myself if I'd been wearing undershorts, which is what I normally wore to bed. After slamming the toilet seat and lid open, all I could do was stand there reveling in the intense relief I felt as my strongest stream ever splashed in the bowl in front of me.
When it eventually came to an end, my next urgent need was to get clean, and in a matter of seconds I was standing in the shower stall, luxuriating in the hot water that sprayed from the shower head. What had been throbbing agony the first time I'd come awake was by then reduced to a general ache in my chest and crotch, and that part gradually became more bearable as the spray did its job.
I had barely started toweling off when the bathroom door opened, and as Jen saw me standing there, she smiled deeply and said, "Well, I'm glad to see you're still among the living, Honey. I'm actually feeling pretty good, given what those people did to us. I think the sorest place on my body is my cunt, because those huge cocks stretched it beyond belief. I'll bet your asshole is feeling the same sort of thing. Right?"
It took me several seconds to deal with my always-reserved and proper wife using words like "cunt", "cock", and "asshole," but I finally told myself that both of us were adjusting to what we'd been subjected to in the back room of the video store. As soon as I accepted that changes were inevitable, I answered her question.
"Yeah, it's plenty sore, but it's the head of my cock that hurts more than anything else. No one has ever pushed needles all the way through it, and no one ever burned it like that before. It's feeling better all the time, so I'm sure it'll be back to normal before much longer."
She nodded her head and smiled at my answer, then said, "Well, I'm guessing your little dick is feeling pretty much what my tits are, because those fucking needles hurt like hell, and then when those women cooked them it hurt so bad that I passed out. But, like you said, they'll be back to normal before we get home."
She watched me put the damp towel back on the bar, then and I started to brush my teeth, she said in what was almost a whisper, "Honey, I think I owe you an apology for letting all those men fuck me, and I think we need to talk about that part." She turned to leave the room as she added, "When you're through in here, come on out and we'll talk. Okay?"
I nodded my head, and as I finished brushing and rinsing all I could think of was why she thought she needed to apologize to me for doing something that had been my long-time fantasy. So, with that in mind, when I went back into the bedroom to get dressed and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, I said to her, "You certainly don't need to apologize in any way to me, because you didn't have any choice in the matter. What those men did to you was ****, pure and simple, and you couldn't have stopped it. Right?"
She looked down at the floor as she cleared her throat a few times, then at last looked up at me as she answered my question.
"Honey, it never occurred to me to try to stop what those men, and the women, too, for that matter, were doing to me. I've dreamed about stuff like that since long before we met, but I never had it come true until last night. I'm glad you can forgive me, but I think you probably didn't think it all the way through."
She paused again, and since I wanted very badly to hear what else she had to say, I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders, hoping that would encourage her to continue. It seemed to work, because after clearing her throat again, she said in a stronger voice, "Remember back before we got married when I told you I wanted us to have sex, but that birth-control pills messed up my blood chemistry? Like the gentleman you've always been, you said you'd be glad to wear condoms, and so that's what we've always done for birth control."
She paused to take a couple deep breaths, then continued.
"Well, last night I was so turned on by watching that video and seeing what happened to that other couple, and then knowing the same things were going to happen to us, that I . . . well, I never even thought about telling those men to wear rubbers until the first guy was already inside me. Just as I was going to do that, Lisette put her pussy over my mouth and it smelled so good and tasted so wonderful that my brain just went blank and all I could do was lick and suck her until she climaxed.
"By the time she got off my face, I'd already been fucked twice and I knew it'd be a waste of time to make the third buy wear a rubber, so I just watched them pushing those needles through my tits and my clit, and doing the same thing to your worthless nipples and useless pee-pee. So . . . well, I guess I just told myself if I'm going to get pregnant, then it's what god wanted for us."
Again she had to get control of her breathing before she could go on, but at last she explained something that I'd never known.
"You probably didn't know that I had my period just a little bit more than a week before we left to come down here, but what that means is that when those black guys were fucking me, I was in what's called the 'peak fertility' part of my cycle. So . . . the odds are really good that I'm already carrying at least one baby, and maybe more than that . . . and I know you probably hate me already, don't you?"
And then she burst into wracking sobs and buried her face in her hands, leaving me stunned by her words as I tried to control the uncontrollable lust that swept through my body and my brain. My little dick was cycling back and forth between trying to get hard, and then shrinking as agonizing pain shot through it, but at last lust overcame pain, and all five inches of it stood straight up.
It was at that moment when Jen regained control of her emotions, and as she turned to face me, her eyes dropped to my crotch. She slowly extended one hand toward my crotch, then closed her fingers around that part of me that was demanding attention. As she gave it a vicious squeeze, she looked up to my face and whispered, "I think you have some explaining to do, Honey. I need to know why the thought of your wife getting pregnant by a black man, or probably men more than likely, gets you all hot and bothered. Are you really and truly turned on by thinking of me like that?"
The expression on her lovely face was so earnest, so needy, that I couldn't force myself to lie to her, so I confessed my most-secret perversion to her.
"Just the idea of that happening to you is the hottest thing in the world. I've thought of you like that ever since our honeymoon, when that black couple checked in right ahead of us in the hotel. I knew he was eyeing you every chance he got, and I knew he wanted you in his bed, and all of a sudden . . . I wanted it, too. I've had fantasies about that sort of thing ever since, and last night was the hottest thing ever in my life.
She continued to squeeze my dick, sending wave after wave of pain through it, until at last she slapped it with all her strength, then smiled at me as she said, "Guess what, Honey? I think it just goes to show how much we were made for each other, because I had exactly that same fantasy when we were checking in. I've never, ever given you a hint I was thinking about that, but pretty-much every time we screw, I'm fantasizing about it being a black man on top of me, putting his baby in my tummy."
She then leaned closer to me, and when our lips met we exchanged the most-meaningful, most-passionate kiss ever. And then when she pulled back, she said something that changed our marriage for all time.
Chapter 7
"Honey . . . when we get back home, I . . . I don't think I can go back to doing things like we did before we came down here. I just . . . I guess the only thing I can say is that I need more than what you have . . . down there. I know that probably sounds pretty awful, but . . . but I just can't make myself stop thinking about what those people did to us last night, and how hot it was . . . for both of us, and . . . well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want us to find somebody back in Denver who'll do that sort of stuff to us."
Before she could say another word, I interrupted with my own confession.
"I want exactly the same thing, Jen. I don't think we could ever get back in that rut we've been in, and . . . and I want us to see if we can find somebody who'll . . . who'll give us what we need."
And then we were in each others arms and kissing and saying over and over how much we loved each other, and then she took charge, probably because it was the only way to make me shut up so we could get on with more-important things.
"Honey, I want you to rest here in bed so you'll feel like doing the rest of the tour we'd planned. I'm going to walk back to the video store to see if Lisette is there this time of day, and if she is, I want to get some advice from her about how we can ever find other people who'll . . . who'll give us what we need. Okay? Can you get along without me for an hour or two?"
It never occurred to me to question her, or even to offer advice of my own. From that moment forward, I knew she would be totally in charge of how our lives proceeded, and that was fine with me. So, I just nodded my head to answer her question, then crawled back under the covers, more at peace than I'd been in a long time. I'm sure I was sound asleep before she left the room, because I have no memory of the door opening or closing.
What finally brought me out of my deep sleep was the bed moving when Jen crawled in beside me, and when my eyelids opened a tiny bit I saw her settling in place as she smiled at me.
"What'd she say?" I mumbled. "Did she tell you anything that'd help?"
"She told me more than that, Honey. Believe it or not, Denver has a 'branch,' or whatever they call it, of her religion, and she'd going to call the woman who's the Priestess there. According to Lisette, they're always looking for white couples, especially married ones, so they can do the same things to them that were done to us in that back room."
She paused to catch her breath, then added, "She told me there should be a message waiting for us when we get home, and all we have to do is call the number and say we want to attend their next ritual night. That's when the groups of sevites, or worshippers, get together to do vodou stuff like they did to us last night." She quickly took another deep breath, then asked, "So . . . well, I guess it's like the old expression goes: The ball is in our court.
"I've already made my decision, but I can't make yours, Honey. Do you want to go with me to the service when we get back home, or would you prefer me to find another man to take your place?"
That question struck me as so ridiculous that it took every bit of my willpower to stifle the laughter that was trying to escape my throat. Then, clearing my throat like she'd been doing, I whispered, "My dear, sweet wife, I wouldn't miss watching more black men fuck you for all the money in Fort Knox."
And then we sealed our bargain with a long kiss, and still hugging each other tighter than ever before, both of us fell into a deep sleep that lasted until the next morning, when it was time for us to see some of the rest of the island. Then, after that, we'd make our way to the airport, where we'd catch our flight back to our home.
THE END
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This whole thing started when my bride and I were spending our honeymoon at a resort in Alaska. That was when Jen suggested we should make it a tradition to take our yearly vacations as a way of celebrating our anniversaries. It sounded like a good idea to me, and since we were married on June 6th, which is a reasonably good time of year to go on a trip, I agreed.
Jen majored in Elementary Education at DU, and I chose to go after a degree in Economics, since I already knew I'd be working at the Denver bank my great-great grandfather founded many years ago. It was when the two of us were in our second year at the college that we met by chance one day as we stood in line at the bookstore, waiting to buy our textbooks. From the first glance I knew she was the one who had always been meant for me, and I guess she must have felt the same way, because we started dating that very evening, and kept it up for the next two years.
We were married a few days after we graduated, and while Jen worked in the classroom where she'd be the sixth-grade teacher, to get it ready for September, I worked as a teller in the bank, because my father insisted I learn the business from the ground up. By the time we were ready to leave on our first anniversary trip, I'd been promoted to the position of Supervisor of New Accounts, and it looked like we were set on the path our lives were meant to travel.
Little did either of us know how drastically that path would soon be changed.
Chapter 2
We had been looking at travel brochures ever since Christmas, and finally decided that for our first anniversary, we'd take a Caribbean cruise. We wanted to see sights that were entirely different from what we saw every day in Denver, and the photos in the brochures showed us how radically different things were in Haiti. So, we chose that island as our first destination.
The very next day we booked reservations through a company that was right across the street from the bank where I worked, and then it was a matter of waiting for our departure date from DIA (Denver International Airport). From there we'd fly directly to Miami, then board a cruise ship that would work its way through the Caribbean, until our eventual arrival at Port-au-Prince in Haiti. Once there we'd leave the tour group, and after spending the next week traveling on our own through the island nation, we'd return to our home via air travel. We did it that way so we'd have the freedom to choose our own destinations down there, rather than be locked in to a fixed tour schedule.
The flight to Miami was uneventful, but meeting new people and seeing new sights on the cruise ship made up for any boredom, and we loaded both our phones with pictures of all the wonderful, new things we saw at every port of call. When we arrived at our destination city in Haiti, the strangeness got even more pronounced, starting with the exotic scents and the colorful clothes the natives were wearing.
Probably the strangest thing, in my opinion, anyway, was the way seemingly every man, and many women, stared at Jenn with lust in their eyes. I'd always known she was beautiful beyond compare, but I guess I'd never known how many other people seemed to share my opinion of her. I'd seen men in Denver give her the once-over, more than a few times, but never before had I seen men with dark-brown skin undressing her with their eyes as we walked. To be honest, I have to confess that I never tired of the thrill it gave me when one of them would look directly at my wife and extend his tongue as far as possible, then slowly and sensously lick his lips, undoubtedly signaling his desire to do the same thing to her pussy.
I simply cannot explain why I found that sort of thing to be the least bit sexy, let alone be so arousing that I had to resort to carrying my straw hat in front of my crotch to hide my shameful condition, rather than putting it on my head so it'd protect me from the hot sun. From the way Jenn squeezed my hand time after time as black men expressed their desire for her, I knew she was also being affected. It wasn't until later that day that I understood she was being aroused just as much as I was.
When the heat of the day became too much for us, we made our way back to the hotel, then after showering in cold water to get our body temperatures back to normal, lay down on the bed with no covers over us. I had been erect nearly all the time, and still was even after the cold shower. I guess Jenn was still turned on, too, because as soon as I was lying on my back on the bed, with my erection bobbing back and forth, she took a condom out of her purse and expertly rolled it down my shaft. Saying nothing, she mounted my crotch in a single, practiced motion, and then drove both of us crazy as she fucked me with more passion than she'd ever shown before.
It was over far too soon, of course, given how turned on we both were, and after she'd climaxed to match my own release, we held each other close and rolled to our sides. Before either of us could say even one word, I was sound asleep, and I'm sure she was, too.
Judging from how stiff both of us were when we awoke, I'm sure we hadn't moved at all during our naps. My organ was no longer in her, of course, because it wasn't anywhere near big enough to remain that way when we were lying side-by-side. The rubber was still on it, though, which was nice in that it meant any wet spot would be prevented.
We decided we wanted to eat dinner in one of the restaurants that lined the streets near our hotel, since we were both starving due to all the exercise we'd had from walking so much that day, as well as what we'd done when we got back to our room. We took another shower together, lovingly washing each other while she teased me about being so aroused when other men showed what they wanted to do to her. The result was that I was hard again by the time we'd toweled off, but went soft as I dressed for an evening on the town.
Jen, as usual, took three times longer to dress than I did, so to fill the time I checked out the library of DVDs that lined the shelf below the player in our room. I have to admit that I was blushing most of the time as I read the titles and short descriptions, because every one of them seemed to focus on sex of some sort or another. I'd never seen such a thing at the hotels and motels where we stayed in the States, but just told myself, "When in Rome do as Romans do," as I created a mental list of the movies I wanted us to watch that night.
At last dressed, Jen came out of the bathroom and announced her readiness for the night, and we left our room and headed down to the front desk in the lobby. I asked the clerk if he could recommend a restaurant, which he was quick to do, and as we thanked him and turned to leave, he said, "Monsieur, if I may, I would like to make a second recommendation for a destination after you have dined."
Both of us nodded in acceptance, and he continued, "I'm sure you noticed there is a DVD player, as well as a small library of movies, in your room. In case you may be interested in newer titles, may I recommend this store to you? It has a stock of titles that are, shall we say, more diverse than you'll find in your room, and I'm sure you'll be able to find something that will provide you with, uh . . . entertainment for many hours."
I took the card he extended and thanked him, but before we could walk away, he added, "Sir, may I ask if I could take a photograph of the two of you? The hotel has an extensive website, as I'm sure you already know, and we like to post pictures of some of our customers who are more attractive than usual, may I say, because we think it makes the site much more personal and interesting to those who are viewing it."
I guess our silence was the only answer he needed, because he immediately held up his iPhone, asked us to smile seductively, and pressed the button on the case. He then thanked us and picked up the desk phone that had been blinking for a few seconds. Since we had no objections to our photos being posted on the website, we waved our good-byes and made our way to the front entrance.
We turned to the right to make our way to the restaurant that had been recommended by the desk clerk, then walked slowly on our way, soaking in all the strange sights, sounds, and aromas of our surroundings. It never occurred to me to question the clerk's recommendation of the video store, and all I did was tuck the business card in my shirt pocket.I guess the only thought that crossed my mind right then was that I was sure Jen would have no interest in even the milder videos I'd seen in our room, let alone something that would be more raunchy.
Chapter 3
The meal we shared that evening was everything we'd hoped for, in terms of the food being different than what we normally ate. The live music that was played for us was so different that I at first found it unsettling, but after a glass or two of the excellent wine, I found the tempo set by the pounding drums to be just right. Jenn must have shared my appreciation, because she joined me in drinking much more wine that we ever before had, with the result that we were leaning on each other as we left the restaurant.
I was ready to return to our room, hoping for more sex, but Jen seemed to be instantly revived by the cooler air of the evening. She said, "Honey, let's go to that video store. Okay? I mean, well . . . we're on vacation, so let's do something really wild for a change. Okay?"
All I needed to see was the intense expression on her face to know she was well on her way to being aroused once again. Eager to get her back in the mood she'd been in that afternoon, I readily agreed with her suggestion, and after showing the card to a traffic cop standing on the corner and asking for directions, we were soon walking arm-in-arm and heading for something new and exciting.
What we found there was not only that, but much, much more.
Chapter 4
It took no more than five minutes for us to come to a business that had a storefront sign in French, with a smaller one directly below in English. In lurid-red letters, it identified the business as:
HEART'S DESIRE VIDEOS
Everything you could possibly need for your desire to become lust
Given the mood I was already in, nothing else could have been more intriguing to me than that. Taking my wife's arm in mine, I led her to the front door, then held it open while she walked through.
There was a beautiful woman standing just a few feet inside the door, wearing a robe with stars and other images decorating it. I assumed she was playing the role of greeter, so I brought us to a halt directly in front of her. She was holding an iPhone just like the one the desk clerk had used to take our photos, and I saw her eyes drop to the screen for a split-second, then focus again on our faces.
She smiled even more broadly than before as she asked, "Americans? Français?"
Jen nodded as I replied, "The first. English, please, if you would. We'll try to learn some French before our next vacation here, but for now, I'm afraid we're pretty-much limited to English."
She smiled again, then continued her welcome by saying, "I am Lisette, and it pleases me to welcome you to our place of business. Here you will find videos that will satisfy your every passion, your every need, no matter what it is. We cater to those tastes that others would find to be far too extreme, and if you will confide in me, your every wish will be fulfilled before the night has passed."
She paused to pick up a tray of what looked like pieces of cake, then as she extended it toward us she added, "May I offer you one of our delicious brownies? They are specially blended to elevate your mood to new heights as you sample the wares we have to offer here."
Jen was the first to extend her hand and take one of the brownies, but when she took a tiny bite, then exclaimed, "My god, Honey! I've never tasted anything this delicious, Go ahead and try one," I did the same. After taking a second bite, she said to the woman, "Oh, I must have this recipe. I recognize most of the ingredients, but there's something in there that's strange to my taste. Would you share the recipe with me. Please?"
The woman answered, "They have only one ingredient that's different from any other brownie, so they would be easy for any cook to make. The ingredient you don't recognize is ganja. I'm sure you'd have no trouble finding it in your country."
Jenn seemed lost in thought for a few seconds, then as her eyes cleared, she whispered, "So . . . they have marijuana in them? That's the secret ingredient?"
Lisette smiled as she confirmed the guess with a nod, then said, "Yes, that's the word I was trying to think of. The amount of ganja . . . marijuana in this recipe is quite large, and if you eat just one piece I think you'll notice how it enhances your mind, and causes you to think of the kinds of sex that create the most lust in your soul."
By then I had already swallowed the final crumbs of the delicious brownie, and when my wife did the same and turned to me, I saw how blank her expression was, and was sure it was mirrored on my own face. Then, her eyes grew heavy-lidded and her lips parted as she began to breathe more and more deeply with each passing second. I was having trouble concentrating on anything other than how very, very much I wanted her, and even through my loss of focus I knew my own reactions to the drug were very-much the same as hers.
The woman's voice seemed to come from very far away as she said, "I see both of you are becoming aroused as the lust courses throughout your bodies, and that means it's time for me to learn your deepest, darkest desires." She held our her hands to us as she added, "Please hold my hands in yours so that I may read your minds and discover your strongest perversions."
My body was by then completely beyond my conscious control, and I watched stupefied as one of my hands moved toward hers, seemingly all of its own volition. Jen's hand was doing the same, and as our hands clasped Lisette's both of us gasped in unison as a jolt of energy passed up our arms and throughout our bodies.
The woman's face showed intense concentration for several seconds, then as she dropped our hands she said softly, "As I suspected, the two of you share the same perversions. I also learned that you have spent most of your lives trying to hide them from others, but that didn't stop my spirit from discovering them. I am the manbo, or Priestess, to a group of sevites, or followers of vodou, which you call 'voodoo.' None can withhold their most-secret thoughts from me, as you will learn tonight."
She then drew a deep breath, and after exhaling slowly while in deep thought, she said, "Please follow me, Jennifer and Harold." As she turned her back and began to walk away, I gave no more than a fleeting thought to how she knew our names, because I knew neither of us had mentioned them to her; however, the explanation was of no consequence, because we were drawn along behind her as if there were a steel cable connecting the three of us.
We were led down an aisle to a display case in one of the back corners of the store, and as we came to a stop, I saw the descriptive sign at the top of the shelves of DVDs bore the words, "ADULTERY/CUCKOLDING." A bolt of lightning swept through my body as I read those words, and I knew the woman had correctly read my most-secret thoughts. What was confusing to me, though, was that I knew there was no way on Earth that my wife could ever share my hidden fantasies. Then, as Lisette's finger traced a path down the shelves, seemingly guided by more descriptive words that pinpointed my perversions, I began to realize that I was wrong.
The path from one descriptive sign to the next that the Priestess' finger was following as it narrowed the choices of videos looked like this:
ADULTERY/CUCKOLDING
l
WHITE MAN ***** BY BLACK MEN
l
TORTURE
l
FORCED ORAL SEX
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WHITE WOMAN IMPREGNATED BY BLACK MEN
By the time her finger had reached the last descriptive label, I was lost and completely beyond rational thought. I knew that my wife understood by now what a pervert I truly was, and that when the effects of the drug wore off, she would probably never want to see me again.
That horrible thought quickly fled my mind as the woman chose one of the videos on the final shelf. As she picked it up, she said, "I think this one will quickly become your favorite. I urge you to take it back to your home in . . . it's Colorado, isn't it? That's the impression I had, but sometimes fleeting thoughts are difficult for me to read. No matter, though, because wherever you live, I want you to watch this little movie time after time, and think of this night, because I know it will soon be the most-important few hours in your lives."
She paused for a few seconds, then continued, "Since our specialized videos are quite expensive, I encourage you to view the trailer before making your decision. If you're still interested in buying it after seeing that part, I would like to make a further suggestion to the two of you."
Jenn didn't even look at me to see if I wanted to do that, but merely said, "Of course. We're completely in your hands."
Lisette said nothing as she opened the plastic case bearing the DVD, then placed the disk in a video player sitting on a shelf across the aisle from the video display. As soon as she selected the line reading, "Trailer," the screen of the TV that was above the player came to life. Then, what I've always thought of as "jungle music" began to play as the title, "Black Justice in Action," was displayed. The trailer began to play, and I was instantly and totally absorbed in what was happening.
The movie began with a white couple, both approximately our own ages, following Lisette through a door. As she brought them to a halt, the camera focused on the faces of the couple, showing their staring eyes and open mouths as they gasped for breath. It then panned to the part of the room directly in front of them, and to my utter shock I saw a group of naked black men and women standing there staring back at the pair. The only part I could focus on was the condition of the men, because every one of them was rampant, and their organs were so huge that I simply couldn't accept they were real.
The camera then returned to the Priestess just as she said, "Please remove all your clothing and hang it on the hooks on the wall. Once both of you are naked, we can get started fulfilling all your hidden fantasies."
Not a word was said as the couple began undressing and hanging up their clothes as instructed. Then, when the naked man turned back around to face the crowd, his very-erect penis, bobbing in excitement, drew ripples of laughter from both the men and the women as they pointed to his tiny organ. I knew what was so amusing to them was larger than my own dick, but probably not much more than an inch or two. Unbidden, the name Jen had given that part of my body, "Winkie," echoed in my brain, and I knew more than ever how tiny I actually was.
Before I had time to rationalize my defect, the movie continued and Lisette took the couple by their hands and led them to a pair of strange-looking tables, spaced apart by about six feet. At what I assumed was the upper end of each table there was a small rectangle of wood, which was probably meant as a resting place for their heads. At the other end there were two boards attached to the tabletop in such a manner that they formed the letter "V," telling me that their legs would be placed there. To bolster my opinion, there were leather cuffs at the ends of the boards, and I had no doubt they were there to restrain the legs of whoever was on the table, and to hold them widely spread.
They were ordered to get on the tables on their backs, and the small size of the tops meant their crotches were hanging over the lower ends while their heads and upper shoulders were hanging over the upper ends. That was the signal for the men and women to gather around the white couple, and in confirmation of my guess, their ankles were quickly strapped in place on the boards whose far ends were at least six feet apart. While that was being done, their arms were pulled straight down, and other cuffs were secured around their wrists.
By then I was completely lost in the fantasies I'd had for many years, and it was all I could do to draw air into my starving lungs as I watched what was being done to the man and woman lying on the tables.
For some reason, I had not noticed the ropes that were attached to the far ends of the leg boards, with the other ends running through pulleys on the ceiling. That part was made clear in a matter of seconds when the feet of both the man and the woman were drawn high above their heads, and everything between their legs was available for whatever would be done to them.
At that moment, one of the black men positioned himself between the woman's widespread legs, while another did the same between the man's legs. Both of them pushed their huge erections down until they were pointed at their intended targets, and then they began to enter the vulnerable bodies that had been secured to the tables.
Both of the victims began to squirm as their bodies struggled against the huge invaders, and the woman gasped loudly as her pussy was spread far beyond anything it had ever experienced. Her husband struggled also, but as with his wife, his struggles did nothing but help the monster cock work its way deeper and deeper inside him.
At that moment one of the black women moved to the head of the table where the white woman lay writhing in agony as her body was forced to accept something it had never been designed to have inside it. One of the men moved to a position above the man's head, and then as if they'd heard a signal, they both reached under the supporting shelves. There must have been some sort of release mechanism under there, because the two shelves suddenly hinged downward, instantly followed by the couple's heads.
The black woman immediately stepped forward while spreading her legs, and before I could understand what was happening, her pussy was directly over the mouth of the white woman. I could hear both women start moaning at almost the same time, telling me they were enjoying the moment.
At the other table, the black man had also moved closer to the bound man's face, whose eyes were opened as far as they could possibly go as they stared and stared at the huge organ that was slowly approaching his lips. In less time than it takes to tell, those lips parted wide, and his moaning came to an abrupt end as the black cock entered his mouth.
My eyes darted from one part of the scent to the next, never able to stop for more than a split-second at any place. I watched the black man's cock ****** the white wife, entering her pussy more deeply with every stroke. I watched how the woman's head was making short movements up and down as she licked the pussy that writhed on her lips. I watched the second black man ****** the husband, my mind continuously replaying all the times when I had been ***** like that, but never by a penis as large as the one I could see probing the deepest recesses of the victim's ass. But most of all I watched the way the white man was eagerly worshipping the black cock that by then had passed beyond his mouth and entered his throat, and I wanted to be the one tied to the table, being ***** in both my ass and my mouth and anticipating the wonderful taste of fresh semen as it was pumped into my body so I could swallow it.
And then, just as the white woman's crotch lifted farther than ever before above the table, then froze there as she climaxed, another black woman approached her table with a whip in her hand. Out of the corner of one eye I saw a black man, also holding a whip, step up beside the husband's table, and then I literally could not breathe as the double whippings began. The bound woman was whipped on her breasts with one stroke, then on her clitoris with the second. The strokes were quickly repeated, leaving a criss-crossing network of red stripes where they had struck.
The bound man was also being whipped, and both his nipples and his little dick were soon displaying red stripes that were duplicates of those that covered his wife's body.
And then the TV screen went dark, leaving me breathless and frustrated that I couldn't watch more of what I so very much wanted for myself. The only message read: "End of trailer. To watch the rest of this movie, please enter the six-digit code you were given when you purchased the DVD." Right under that message were six small boxes in a row, with a blinking cursor in the first.
In the sudden silence, Lisette pressed the "Eject" button on the player, then removed the disk and returned it to the plastic case. As she held it in one hand, she said, "I feel quite sure you will want to buy this, but before you do, may I make a suggestion?"
At Jenn's eager nod, the Priestess continued. "It has been my experience with other married couples who share your perversions that they find their enjoyment enhanced to a great degree if they are the ones in the movie, rather than strangers. With that in mind, I would like to offer you the opportunity to take your places in front of the cameras, and on the tables you saw. I think both of you can benefit greatly from experiencing directly what other white couples have had done to them in the past."
She paused to give her words a chance to penetrate our vapor-locked brains, then added, "So . . . I ask you now, Jennifer and Harold: Do you wish to play your parts in your own, personal movie? Do you want me to take you to the room where the sevites are waiting to tie you to the tables and **** you and whip you and do all the other delicious things to your bodies that you crave so deeply? Please answer me now if you wish that to be done to you."
I could see that my wife was trembling all over just as strongly as I was, and that her eyes were fixed on my face, as if waiting for me to answer her unasked question. I managed to nod my head one time, and that must have been what she had been waiting for, because she turned to Lisette and with her voice husky with arousal, she rasped, "Yes. We want that to happen to us. Please take us where we need to be."
The woman's only answer was to turn away from us as she replaced the DVD where she'd found it, then as she straightened she said only, "Follow me."
And we did, although it felt to me as if I were walking in deep, sucking mud, as I did my best to keep up with our guide. When Jen took my hand in hers I could feel her trembling, and that seemed to give me the strength to pull her along with me as we walked toward a door set in the rear wall of the store.
Chapter 5
As we walked through the door, we found ourselves in a large room. And then I saw we were not alone in there, but were in the company of several men and women, all of them with dark-brown or almost-black skin. There were six women and six men standing there in silence, doing nothing but watching us, and every one of them was completely naked. Not only that, but the men were just as erect as I'd been ever since swallowing the final bite of the brownie, and the organs they displayed were so far superior to my little dick that my face began to burn in shame.
The six women were all aroused, as shown by their distended nipples and the way they were rubbing their crotches. I had never in my life seen nipples as long as theirs, and the jolt of lust that sight sent thundering through my body almost made my knees buckle. Luckily, I got control of myself just as Lisette turned back to us and looked directly into our eyes. In a voice ringing with authority, she commanded, "Jennifer, Harold, I order you to remove all your clothing. Take off everything and hang it on the wall hooks, then place your shoes directly beneath them. Obey me now."
I fought with my body to make it grab Jen's hand and run from the room, but it wouldn't obey me. Instead, when her hands slowly moved toward the top button of her blouse, then freed it, my own hands followed suit with my shirt. In less time that it takes to write this, her blouse and bra as well as my shirt had been removed and were hanging on two of the hooks on the wall.
We both stepped out of our shoes at the same time, then leaned over, took off our socks, and stuffed them in the shoes. After hurriedly placing the shoes on the floor where they belonged, our hands flew to our waists, and soon her slacks and my pants were gathered around our ankles. They were quickly placed on other wall hooks, and then Jen shucked off her panties as I slid my undershorts down my legs, then we raced each other to see whose would be on the wall first.
I don't remember which of us won, because as soon as we were naked, Lisette was pointing at the tables, and we were hurrying to obey her unspoken order.
Since we had seen the video just a couple minutes before, both of us knew what to do, and in a heartbeat we were on our respective tables with our heads on the small supports and our legs lying on the "V"-shaped boards. And then, in a silence that was more erotic than any words could have been, the men and women who would soon be ****** and torturing us were strapping our ankles in place, so that any resistance would be impossible.
And all that did was make the whole thing ten times hotter than it would have been if we'd been lying unsecured on the tables.
We were given no time to think about what was going to happen next, because in an instant our feet were drawn high into the air, exposing our crotches to the avid gazes of the black men and women. They, too, knew their roles in our humiliation, and no words were spoken as one man moved between my legs at the same time as another moved between my wife's.
My almost-constant fantasies of watching her being fucked by other men soon became reality, and her ******'s huge cock began to enter that part of her that had entranced me ever since our first date. As I stared transfixed at the sight of a black man fucking my wife, I began to experience what I'm sure were pale imitations of what she was feeling right at that moment. The monster forcing its way deep inside me was almost identical in size to what was penetrating her pussy, but I felt sure she was feeling nothing but pleasure, while I was feeling waves of pain as I was *****.
The men had barely begun to fuck us as I felt a hand on my forehead, and as it was forced downward I knew the shelf that was there when I got on the table had been lowered. My head sank lower and lower, and when I looked toward my wife's table, I saw hers was doing the same.
And then I could no longer draw a breath of air into my lungs, because that was when I saw Lisette, who was just as naked as the rest of us, was moving up to Jen's face as she spread her legs wider and wider. Then, as I saw her head disappear between the Priestess' legs, both women began to moan deep in their throats, and I knew my wife was licking Lisette's pussy with just as much enthusiasm as I'd always used when I was allowed to do that.
Before I could watch that erotic vision more than a second or two, my head was as far down as it could possibly go, and a second woman was straddling it and letting me provide the same stimulation as my wife was doing right beside me. I had always loved doing that, even more than I'd loved having intercourse, and the familiar taste of an aroused pussy immediately overcame any reticence still left in me, and my tongue went wild as I licked the flowing slit and quickly swallowed every drop of juice I found.
The woman's arousal caused her to cum far too soon for me, but I didn't have more than a few seconds to think about that, because just then the man who was fucking me pulled out. I didn't know what was going to happen next, until the crotch I was pleasuring moved rapidly away from my mouth. Another, stronger hand was on my head then, and it was urging it to turn to the side where a beautiful, black cock was waiting to be serviced. Before I could even think that it was the same one that had been in my ass just moments before, my lips were spreading and the huge head was searching for my eager tongue.
I was no stranger to that sort of thing, because I'd done exactly that for my best friend when I was still a boy. The familiar taste was there, and even though the situation was very, very different from what it had been all those years ago, I yielded to old habit patterns, and my lips closed tightly around the erection that was being fed to me. My tongue went wild as it licked and my throat sucked with every bit of force it could muster, and then, the wonderful sensation of the head seemingly swelling to twice its previous size centered all my attention on what was going to happen.
As had to happen, a flood of cum covered my tongue, and then I was lost in a world where nothing mattered but sucking and swallowing, then doing it all over again just as fast as I could.
I was brought to a state of semi-consciousness as the man withdrew his cock, then stepped away from my head. My only response was to turn my head to the side to look at my wife, who was holding her own head up and staring as another man was plunging his cock deep into her pussy.
At the same time as that was happening, I saw one of the women move up beside Jen's chest, holding a small tube, like a prescription-pill bottle in one hand and withdrawing a long needle from it. With no hesitation at all, the woman plunged the point of the needle into one of my wife's distended nipples, then pushed it quickly all the way through as Jen groaned with both pain and lust.
My attention was drawn back to myself as the man who had been ****** me pulled out, and just as he was walking up to my head, a woman moved up beside me holding a second needle-filled bottle. I was given just enough time to watch as she shoved the thing through one of my nipples before the second man pushed my head back where it belonged, and allowed me to finish him off.
By the time I could raise my head again, my wife was licking another woman's pussy while a third man was ****** her. Both her nipples held at least half a dozen needles that had been pushed all the way through them, and as I watched another was being thrust into one of her breasts as her moans of pain and lust escaped the pussy that was riding her tongue.
Again my attention returned to my own body, and as I watched one of the men was holding a needle beside the head of my tiny organ, and before I could even begin to steel myself for what was about to happen, he pushed it all the way through from side to side. Two more were thrust through that tender part before my head was pushed back down, where my third ****** needed me to finish him off.
I hurried to give him what he needed, then when he pulled out and stepped back, I once again looked toward Jen's table, and saw something that scared me far more than anything that had yet happened. One of the women was just then holding what looked to be exactly the same thing I alway used to light our backyard barbecue, and as her finger clicked the trigger a flame shot from the end of the tube. As the flame began to caress my wife's needle-filled breasts she began to moan and try to scream through the pussy that was covering her face.
I tried to beg them to stop, but then in a hearbeat I had my own agonizing pain to deal with and I looked down toward my crotch, dreading what I was going see and feel. Just as my eyes reached the head of my dick, I saw another of the lighters was being held under it. Then, as the needles were heated they began to cook that most-sensitive part of my body.
The last thing I remember clearly was the sight of two of the women raising whips high above their heads, and staring avidly at our crotches.
And I screamed, but it was short lived, because a pussy needed to use my mouth at that moment, and it muffled any sounds I tried to make.
And that was my last memory of that night.
Chapter 6
The sense of confusion I had when I awakened was greater than any I'd ever felt, and it took a long time before I could overcome it enough to open my eyes and look around me. Jen was lying beside me with her head propped up by one elbow, looking at me and smiling lovingly. When at last my eyes cleared enough that I could recognize our hotel room, she said, "Welcome back, Honey."
My first response was to gasp as wave after wave of pain swept through my body, and my second was to lift the bedcovers so I could see if my worst fears had been realized, and that there was no longer anything to see between my legs. The wave of relief I felt as I saw everything intact was enough to bring tears to my eyes, and my thoughts turned to Jen. As if she could read my mind, she confirmed her own condition as she said, "All my parts are still there, too. They hurt like hell, but they'll heal, and then all we'll have will be the memories."
She turned away from me and picked up something from the bedside table before adding, "And this, too, of course."
She had a thin, plastic case in her hand, and I could see a silver disk inside it. I didn't need her to tell me that she was holding a DVD that had "our" movie on it, and her tiny smile and nod told me I was correct.
"I wanted you to be awake before we look at it," she said, "because I know you're just as interested as I am in watching what they did to us after we passed out. Actually, I think the best thing would be to wait until we get home before we do that, because we're both completely worn out by all that sex. Would that be okay with you, Honey? Would you rather wait?"
I agreed with her, of course, because right then sex was the last thing on my mind. The burning, throbbing pain from my chin to my knees was preventing me from feeling the least bit aroused, but as I looked down my body I could see that the only evidence of what'd been done to me on the table were the red stripes from the whip, as well as dozens of tiny red spots where the needles had been pushed through my nipples and dick. What I feared most was seeing nothing but charred flesh in those same places, but the reality was that there weren't even any blisters. I assumed the shiny, oily substance that had been applied to me there had not only started the healing process, but had also numbed the pain I should have been feeling.
And with that knowledge soothing me, I turned my head to Jen, then said, "I love you so much," and then I fell asleep again.
When I came awake the second time, the agony from my swollen bladder barely allowed me to realize I was alone in the room before I scrambled out of bed and raced for the bathroom. Thank the powers that be I was naked, because I'd surely have pissed myself if I'd been wearing undershorts, which is what I normally wore to bed. After slamming the toilet seat and lid open, all I could do was stand there reveling in the intense relief I felt as my strongest stream ever splashed in the bowl in front of me.
When it eventually came to an end, my next urgent need was to get clean, and in a matter of seconds I was standing in the shower stall, luxuriating in the hot water that sprayed from the shower head. What had been throbbing agony the first time I'd come awake was by then reduced to a general ache in my chest and crotch, and that part gradually became more bearable as the spray did its job.
I had barely started toweling off when the bathroom door opened, and as Jen saw me standing there, she smiled deeply and said, "Well, I'm glad to see you're still among the living, Honey. I'm actually feeling pretty good, given what those people did to us. I think the sorest place on my body is my cunt, because those huge cocks stretched it beyond belief. I'll bet your asshole is feeling the same sort of thing. Right?"
It took me several seconds to deal with my always-reserved and proper wife using words like "cunt", "cock", and "asshole," but I finally told myself that both of us were adjusting to what we'd been subjected to in the back room of the video store. As soon as I accepted that changes were inevitable, I answered her question.
"Yeah, it's plenty sore, but it's the head of my cock that hurts more than anything else. No one has ever pushed needles all the way through it, and no one ever burned it like that before. It's feeling better all the time, so I'm sure it'll be back to normal before much longer."
She nodded her head and smiled at my answer, then said, "Well, I'm guessing your little dick is feeling pretty much what my tits are, because those fucking needles hurt like hell, and then when those women cooked them it hurt so bad that I passed out. But, like you said, they'll be back to normal before we get home."
She watched me put the damp towel back on the bar, then and I started to brush my teeth, she said in what was almost a whisper, "Honey, I think I owe you an apology for letting all those men fuck me, and I think we need to talk about that part." She turned to leave the room as she added, "When you're through in here, come on out and we'll talk. Okay?"
I nodded my head, and as I finished brushing and rinsing all I could think of was why she thought she needed to apologize to me for doing something that had been my long-time fantasy. So, with that in mind, when I went back into the bedroom to get dressed and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, I said to her, "You certainly don't need to apologize in any way to me, because you didn't have any choice in the matter. What those men did to you was ****, pure and simple, and you couldn't have stopped it. Right?"
She looked down at the floor as she cleared her throat a few times, then at last looked up at me as she answered my question.
"Honey, it never occurred to me to try to stop what those men, and the women, too, for that matter, were doing to me. I've dreamed about stuff like that since long before we met, but I never had it come true until last night. I'm glad you can forgive me, but I think you probably didn't think it all the way through."
She paused again, and since I wanted very badly to hear what else she had to say, I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders, hoping that would encourage her to continue. It seemed to work, because after clearing her throat again, she said in a stronger voice, "Remember back before we got married when I told you I wanted us to have sex, but that birth-control pills messed up my blood chemistry? Like the gentleman you've always been, you said you'd be glad to wear condoms, and so that's what we've always done for birth control."
She paused to take a couple deep breaths, then continued.
"Well, last night I was so turned on by watching that video and seeing what happened to that other couple, and then knowing the same things were going to happen to us, that I . . . well, I never even thought about telling those men to wear rubbers until the first guy was already inside me. Just as I was going to do that, Lisette put her pussy over my mouth and it smelled so good and tasted so wonderful that my brain just went blank and all I could do was lick and suck her until she climaxed.
"By the time she got off my face, I'd already been fucked twice and I knew it'd be a waste of time to make the third buy wear a rubber, so I just watched them pushing those needles through my tits and my clit, and doing the same thing to your worthless nipples and useless pee-pee. So . . . well, I guess I just told myself if I'm going to get pregnant, then it's what god wanted for us."
Again she had to get control of her breathing before she could go on, but at last she explained something that I'd never known.
"You probably didn't know that I had my period just a little bit more than a week before we left to come down here, but what that means is that when those black guys were fucking me, I was in what's called the 'peak fertility' part of my cycle. So . . . the odds are really good that I'm already carrying at least one baby, and maybe more than that . . . and I know you probably hate me already, don't you?"
And then she burst into wracking sobs and buried her face in her hands, leaving me stunned by her words as I tried to control the uncontrollable lust that swept through my body and my brain. My little dick was cycling back and forth between trying to get hard, and then shrinking as agonizing pain shot through it, but at last lust overcame pain, and all five inches of it stood straight up.
It was at that moment when Jen regained control of her emotions, and as she turned to face me, her eyes dropped to my crotch. She slowly extended one hand toward my crotch, then closed her fingers around that part of me that was demanding attention. As she gave it a vicious squeeze, she looked up to my face and whispered, "I think you have some explaining to do, Honey. I need to know why the thought of your wife getting pregnant by a black man, or probably men more than likely, gets you all hot and bothered. Are you really and truly turned on by thinking of me like that?"
The expression on her lovely face was so earnest, so needy, that I couldn't force myself to lie to her, so I confessed my most-secret perversion to her.
"Just the idea of that happening to you is the hottest thing in the world. I've thought of you like that ever since our honeymoon, when that black couple checked in right ahead of us in the hotel. I knew he was eyeing you every chance he got, and I knew he wanted you in his bed, and all of a sudden . . . I wanted it, too. I've had fantasies about that sort of thing ever since, and last night was the hottest thing ever in my life.
She continued to squeeze my dick, sending wave after wave of pain through it, until at last she slapped it with all her strength, then smiled at me as she said, "Guess what, Honey? I think it just goes to show how much we were made for each other, because I had exactly that same fantasy when we were checking in. I've never, ever given you a hint I was thinking about that, but pretty-much every time we screw, I'm fantasizing about it being a black man on top of me, putting his baby in my tummy."
She then leaned closer to me, and when our lips met we exchanged the most-meaningful, most-passionate kiss ever. And then when she pulled back, she said something that changed our marriage for all time.
Chapter 7
"Honey . . . when we get back home, I . . . I don't think I can go back to doing things like we did before we came down here. I just . . . I guess the only thing I can say is that I need more than what you have . . . down there. I know that probably sounds pretty awful, but . . . but I just can't make myself stop thinking about what those people did to us last night, and how hot it was . . . for both of us, and . . . well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want us to find somebody back in Denver who'll do that sort of stuff to us."
Before she could say another word, I interrupted with my own confession.
"I want exactly the same thing, Jen. I don't think we could ever get back in that rut we've been in, and . . . and I want us to see if we can find somebody who'll . . . who'll give us what we need."
And then we were in each others arms and kissing and saying over and over how much we loved each other, and then she took charge, probably because it was the only way to make me shut up so we could get on with more-important things.
"Honey, I want you to rest here in bed so you'll feel like doing the rest of the tour we'd planned. I'm going to walk back to the video store to see if Lisette is there this time of day, and if she is, I want to get some advice from her about how we can ever find other people who'll . . . who'll give us what we need. Okay? Can you get along without me for an hour or two?"
It never occurred to me to question her, or even to offer advice of my own. From that moment forward, I knew she would be totally in charge of how our lives proceeded, and that was fine with me. So, I just nodded my head to answer her question, then crawled back under the covers, more at peace than I'd been in a long time. I'm sure I was sound asleep before she left the room, because I have no memory of the door opening or closing.
What finally brought me out of my deep sleep was the bed moving when Jen crawled in beside me, and when my eyelids opened a tiny bit I saw her settling in place as she smiled at me.
"What'd she say?" I mumbled. "Did she tell you anything that'd help?"
"She told me more than that, Honey. Believe it or not, Denver has a 'branch,' or whatever they call it, of her religion, and she'd going to call the woman who's the Priestess there. According to Lisette, they're always looking for white couples, especially married ones, so they can do the same things to them that were done to us in that back room."
She paused to catch her breath, then added, "She told me there should be a message waiting for us when we get home, and all we have to do is call the number and say we want to attend their next ritual night. That's when the groups of sevites, or worshippers, get together to do vodou stuff like they did to us last night." She quickly took another deep breath, then asked, "So . . . well, I guess it's like the old expression goes: The ball is in our court.
"I've already made my decision, but I can't make yours, Honey. Do you want to go with me to the service when we get back home, or would you prefer me to find another man to take your place?"
That question struck me as so ridiculous that it took every bit of my willpower to stifle the laughter that was trying to escape my throat. Then, clearing my throat like she'd been doing, I whispered, "My dear, sweet wife, I wouldn't miss watching more black men fuck you for all the money in Fort Knox."
And then we sealed our bargain with a long kiss, and still hugging each other tighter than ever before, both of us fell into a deep sleep that lasted until the next morning, when it was time for us to see some of the rest of the island. Then, after that, we'd make our way to the airport, where we'd catch our flight back to our home.
THE END
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