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As I awaited Gary’s return I opened Facebook on my phone, then brought up Nat’s profile. She hadn’t posted for a while, so I started browsing through her photos. There were none of her and Gary together not even wedding pics. She must have deleted them.
My God, Nat was fucking gorgeous, I thought. Sexy as hell. How could such a lovely lass be so cruel?.
Gary arrived with our pints smelling of whisky, he’d downed one at the bar. He stumbled as he approached the table, almost spilling our drinks. “Hey, maybe you should ease off a bit mate,” I said.
“I didn’t drink for years,” Gary said, “Reckon I’m making up for it now. Seeing those lads take my wife like that would have driven the fucking Pope to drink.”
“So you started drinking in Ibiza?
Yeah mate, that first night,” Gary said, “I needed to dull the pain so I started on the booze."
"Go on."
"Like I said, I walked to the bar and ordered a Pina Colada, It tasted good, I slurped it down then ordered another and took it out to a sun lounger by the pool.”
“You did right, pal,” I said, “Best to be forgetting what was going on upstairs, by downing a few drinks.”
“Mick I could fucking see them up there from the pool, I had a view of the balconies, I could see them. Nat was there, sitting on Carl’s knee with her feet in Malik’s lap swigging from a bottle of beer or something and smoking, I couldn't believe it!”
“So how long did you stay there, by the pool?”
“Enough time to get fucking shitfaced, I didn’t know what to do, I felt impotent. I texted her and tried to call but got no reply. So I lay there on that sun lounger, staring at the balcony above with the feeling that I was losing my wife.”
“So what happened then?”
“After some time, all three of them went inside. By then I wasn’t thinking straight, I needed to do something but I felt bloody powerless. I kept thinking that Nat was going to fuck them both, regardless of me so I gulped my drink down and set off toward the elevators, praying Natalie had returned.”
“Was she there?”
“There was no sign of her. The music was still playing, I walked onto the balcony, no one was outside. I could hear noises and laughter coming from inside Carl’s room so I lay on the bed and pressed my ear to the wall, what I heard… mate it made me almost cry.”
“Shit Gary, what was it?”
“The first thing I heard was a guy’s voice, I think it was Carl, 'You needin' it Nat?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm’ Nat replied. Then for a minute or so, all I could hear was this slurping sound. You can imagine what was going on, right?”
I could, I thought bitterly. I didn’t quite know what to say. “Did you hear anything else?”
"Yeah, pal,” Gary said bitterly. “I heard a man’s voice, ‘Suck it slut, like em big like this, bitch, you like to suck da brotha' cock?’
“Then I heard Nat say, ‘Ooh yeah, I’ve been fucking needing this. Yeah, suck on it ya dirty white tart.’ the voice said."
‘God you’re huge.’ Nat said.
”Then I heard more slurping sounds, slurp, slurp, slurp
“Christ Gary! I know what a bloody blowjob sounds like you don’t need to make the fucking noises too!”
“Sorry Mick,” Gary said, “I just want you to know how she made me feel.”
“All right, go on but no fucking noises, okay?”
“So then I heard Carl say, ‘You fuckin slut, you ready for da black pole?’
‘Mmmmmmmm yes please’ Nat said.
“Gary pal, it must have been fucking awful for you,” I said, “I can’t imagine…”
“Mate, I couldn't stand it anymore,” Gary continued, “Like I said, I was *****, and in a rush of blood I stormed out of my room and began hammering the door of the adjacent room. ‘NAT’ I yelled, ‘NAT!’ I need to speak to you!”
“Seconds later, the door was flung open and Malik stood there, dressed in his shorts. He was laughing at me. ‘What’s up little man?’ he asked, ‘Have you come to complain about your wife lovin our shafts?"
“Then, from inside, I heard Natalie laugh.”
“Please," I said to Malik, "Can I speak to her for a minute?"
'She doesn’t want you boy,’ Malik said, 'She says you ain't man enough for her, you’re not welcome here.’
’Natalie please, Nat’ I shouted through the open door.
‘Just leave me alone Gary’ Nat yelled
‘Now fuck off,’ Malik said
‘At least use a condom Nat, for fuck’s sake’ I shouted.
‘Piss off you Gary impotent twat” Nat said, “Get rid of him Mal, he’s doing my head in.’ "Then Malik slapped me hard on the cheek and slammed the door in my face.”
“Jeez! What a bitch. It must have been fucking awful for you. She didn’t even have a tiny bit of concern for your welfare, your mental state?!”
“Mick, that was just the beginning,” Gary said, “That night was the worst of my life they turned up the music, but I could still hear my wife being shafted. The squelchy, rhythmic sound of their fucking, her vocal encouragement. 'Fuck me,' she had an appetite and wanted more. As I lay there I could only imagine her being passed from man to man, treated like the fucking whore she is.”
I imagined Gary, lying alone in the bed he should have been sharing with his hot wife. Hearing every thrust as she gave herself to the two black men, I had nothing but sympathy for my old friend, “So what happened?” I asked, “Did you manage to sleep in the end?”
“Yes, at around 5 am,” Gary replied bitterly, “They were still fucking when I finally passed out.”
“What happened the next day, what did Nat have to say?”
“She told me she was leaving me,” Gary said, trying to hold back tears, “It was that next afternoon, I hadn’t been awake long. Natalie walked into the room. The first thing she said was ‘I think you should fuck off back to England Gary. It’s over between us.’
“What, not even an apology?”
“No mate,” Gary said, “She acted like I was the one who’d been out of order, she was fucking brutal. ‘Really, I don’t know what I ever saw in you? When we get back to England I want a divorce.'
“I pleaded with her to reconsider, but she was adamant,” Gary said, “Then, I asked her why she was being so mean?" Her reply mate, was fucking devastating.”
“Why, what did she say?"
“I asked her why she was being such a fucking bitch? Then she looked me right in the eye and said, ‘Because you’re not a man, Gary.’
‘But you’re my wife, for fuck’s sake.’
‘Listen, I fucked them both bareback because I want to get knocked up.'
“I almost couldn’t comprehend what she was saying,” Gary said, “I kept saying ‘why, Nat, why?' Then she walked right up to me and said, 'You want to know why Gary? Because you’re ugly, you’ve got a shitty job and zero fucking drive, Plus, you’re a runt who can’t produce viable sperm. Carl and Malik are alpha males,’ Nat said, 'Strong, fertile blokes with lush bods and big poles. Did you know they’ve fathered thirteen children between them? Do you understand? Either of those men’s babies will grow up to be far stronger and a lot more handsome than you.’
"Nat was standing about an inch from me, her breasts grazing my chest." ‘Gary, I’ll do anything to get their big shafts to spurt up my fuckhole it's time to fuck off back to England, we’re done.'
“With that, she swirled on her high heels and left the room. ‘Adios babydick,’ were her final words before slamming the door.
“Fucking hell, Gary, that’s just malicious,” I said, “Why do you think she turned so spiteful?"
“Oh I dunno, maybe she was always like that,” Gary said, “Some women are ruled by their desire to fuck, I’m guessing she’s one of them. Me, I thought it was just a trip into normal life, to test the water maybe and she decided she didn’t like it.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“So what did you do?" I asked, "Get the hell out of there, I suppose.”
“Believe me mate, I wanted to but the first available flight was the following day, I couldn’t even get a different hotel room.”
“That wasn’t the end, Jesus!”
“Mick, later that day I was by the pool, trying to avoid them but Carl and Malik found me. They insisted I join them at the bar to ‘make sure I was okay’ about them banging Nat. We were in this little alcove with a sofa and chairs they made me drink shots, and when I was unsteady on my feet Carl said, ‘Nat told us you can't give her no baby, what kind of man is that?’
Then Malik said ‘Nat says your dick’s tiny, man. She said you never filled her.’
“Honestly Mick, they were just bad-mouthing me for their amusement, laughing at me. I tried to walk away, but they frogmarched me back, they were too strong.”
“Nat came down later, *****, dressed in these tight blue leggings and heels. Man, she acted like a complete whore. The words that came out of her mouth, they were fucking outrageous. She was taunting me deliberately.”
“What did she say? I asked, almost instantly regretting it.
“Let’s see, she began by telling them how much she was missing their stiff cocks. Then Carl told her she had a filthy mouth, and to keep talking dirty. Then Nat said, 'I love feeling the weight of your massive black fuck-stick, darling, it's perfect for seeding me.'
“Honest Mick, Nat was lying on the sofa on her side, while the rest of us sat on chairs. She was putting on a show, thrusting her arse out and touching herself. ‘You know I love your massive black dicks,’ she said. ‘They’re fuckin' huge. I love it when real men pump me full of their seed.’
“And they forced you to listen to that?” I was incredulous.
“Yes, until they got bored of taunting me and went clubbing,” Gary said. “Mate, I didn’t sleep at the hotel that final night. I ended up taking a taxi to the airport and sleeping there. The next day I flew back to Donny”
“Jesus,” I said.
“When I arrived home I was fucking livid,” Gary said. “I smashed Natalie’s things, then packed her bags. Then I started drinking, and didn’t stop.”
“So what happened then?”
“Four days later, at around 11 p.m., Carl and Nat returned,” Gary said. “I was in bed when I heard the taxi arrive. I heard the door slam, and Nat’s laugh. But she didn’t come home. She went straight into the house next door. Later I heard the squeak, squeak, squeak of the bed. I could hear her fucking“
“Then the fucking music came on again. It was that song again. Honest, it must be about the fifth time I had heard it that week. Ring or no ring, ho’s gonna be a ho, while you’re sleeping, she’ll be creepin’ out the back door…”
“So this happened three months ago, right? I said. “Is she still living next door?
He grimaced. “No she isn’t,” she said. “She’s moved back in with me“
“What?” I was aghast. “How could you take her back after that?”
“I had no choice, Mick,” Gary said. “So, what happened was last week there was a knock on the door. It was Carl. He said ‘We need in the house so Nat’s going to be staying back here. She carrying my child, so you better take good care of her. You going to treat her with respect or do you need an appointment with my fists?’
‘You bastard, that’s my wife,’ I blurted out.
Carl then cuffed me across the face, hard. 'She ain't your wife no more. She's my bitch. You touch her I kill you. And you call me sir from now on!’
I looked at Gary. “Jeesus!” I said.
“Then he kind of gave me instructions,” Gary said. “He told me that I ‘shouldn’t be staring at his bitch’. He said I should only look at her face when she spoke to me, otherwise to keep my eyes on the floor. ‘I’m warning you, man, I won’t take any shit,’ he said. ‘I told Nat to let me know if you cause any hassle. And if you try to leave, I come after you with a blade.”
“So now she’s back?”
“Yes, mate. She arrived a week ago and I moved into the spare bedroom,” Gary said. “She had this fucking Queen of Spades symbol tattooed above her ankle. Her belly was swollen, and she was wearing a designer pregnancy dress. And she was stone cold with me”
“What did she say?”
"She said ‘Carl said there wouldn’t be any problem. You spoke to him, right? Are you okay with that, or does Carl need to have words?’
“No, no problem Nat' I said. To be honest I was terrified of her asking Carl to beat me."
"Okay, I’ll have a Lambrusco," Nat said, and lay on the sofa, her pregnant belly on display.
I walked into the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine, and poured her a large glass then walked back into the living room and handed it to her, "Gary, Carl's looking for a location for a crèche. You claim to be good with kids, so he thought about here, are you willing to help out? There will be five or six little black kids, all under five, Nat said, "They want you to provide daycare, is that going to be a problem?"
“I didn’t know what to say,” Gary said, then Nat took out her phone and said, "Shall I tell Carl that you’re refusing?"
“No, no... Nat… that’s fine, it will be fine."
“Okay, now bring me some artichokes."
“Wait, wait, Gary stop right there pal,” I said, ”The United match is about to start, the big one, come on let's grab us a place by the TV?”
(This is a re-write of one of my earlier stories)
As I awaited Gary’s return I opened Facebook on my phone, then brought up Nat’s profile. She hadn’t posted for a while, so I started browsing through her photos. There were none of her and Gary together not even wedding pics. She must have deleted them.
My God, Nat was fucking gorgeous, I thought. Sexy as hell. How could such a lovely lass be so cruel?.
Gary arrived with our pints smelling of whisky, he’d downed one at the bar. He stumbled as he approached the table, almost spilling our drinks. “Hey, maybe you should ease off a bit mate,” I said.
“I didn’t drink for years,” Gary said, “Reckon I’m making up for it now. Seeing those lads take my wife like that would have driven the fucking Pope to drink.”
“So you started drinking in Ibiza?
Yeah mate, that first night,” Gary said, “I needed to dull the pain so I started on the booze."
"Go on."
"Like I said, I walked to the bar and ordered a Pina Colada, It tasted good, I slurped it down then ordered another and took it out to a sun lounger by the pool.”
“You did right, pal,” I said, “Best to be forgetting what was going on upstairs, by downing a few drinks.”
“Mick I could fucking see them up there from the pool, I had a view of the balconies, I could see them. Nat was there, sitting on Carl’s knee with her feet in Malik’s lap swigging from a bottle of beer or something and smoking, I couldn't believe it!”
“So how long did you stay there, by the pool?”
“Enough time to get fucking shitfaced, I didn’t know what to do, I felt impotent. I texted her and tried to call but got no reply. So I lay there on that sun lounger, staring at the balcony above with the feeling that I was losing my wife.”
“So what happened then?”
“After some time, all three of them went inside. By then I wasn’t thinking straight, I needed to do something but I felt bloody powerless. I kept thinking that Nat was going to fuck them both, regardless of me so I gulped my drink down and set off toward the elevators, praying Natalie had returned.”
“Was she there?”
“There was no sign of her. The music was still playing, I walked onto the balcony, no one was outside. I could hear noises and laughter coming from inside Carl’s room so I lay on the bed and pressed my ear to the wall, what I heard… mate it made me almost cry.”
“Shit Gary, what was it?”
“The first thing I heard was a guy’s voice, I think it was Carl, 'You needin' it Nat?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm’ Nat replied. Then for a minute or so, all I could hear was this slurping sound. You can imagine what was going on, right?”
I could, I thought bitterly. I didn’t quite know what to say. “Did you hear anything else?”
"Yeah, pal,” Gary said bitterly. “I heard a man’s voice, ‘Suck it slut, like em big like this, bitch, you like to suck da brotha' cock?’
“Then I heard Nat say, ‘Ooh yeah, I’ve been fucking needing this. Yeah, suck on it ya dirty white tart.’ the voice said."
‘God you’re huge.’ Nat said.
”Then I heard more slurping sounds, slurp, slurp, slurp
“Christ Gary! I know what a bloody blowjob sounds like you don’t need to make the fucking noises too!”
“Sorry Mick,” Gary said, “I just want you to know how she made me feel.”
“All right, go on but no fucking noises, okay?”
“So then I heard Carl say, ‘You fuckin slut, you ready for da black pole?’
‘Mmmmmmmm yes please’ Nat said.
“Gary pal, it must have been fucking awful for you,” I said, “I can’t imagine…”
“Mate, I couldn't stand it anymore,” Gary continued, “Like I said, I was *****, and in a rush of blood I stormed out of my room and began hammering the door of the adjacent room. ‘NAT’ I yelled, ‘NAT!’ I need to speak to you!”
“Seconds later, the door was flung open and Malik stood there, dressed in his shorts. He was laughing at me. ‘What’s up little man?’ he asked, ‘Have you come to complain about your wife lovin our shafts?"
“Then, from inside, I heard Natalie laugh.”
“Please," I said to Malik, "Can I speak to her for a minute?"
'She doesn’t want you boy,’ Malik said, 'She says you ain't man enough for her, you’re not welcome here.’
’Natalie please, Nat’ I shouted through the open door.
‘Just leave me alone Gary’ Nat yelled
‘Now fuck off,’ Malik said
‘At least use a condom Nat, for fuck’s sake’ I shouted.
‘Piss off you Gary impotent twat” Nat said, “Get rid of him Mal, he’s doing my head in.’ "Then Malik slapped me hard on the cheek and slammed the door in my face.”
“Jeez! What a bitch. It must have been fucking awful for you. She didn’t even have a tiny bit of concern for your welfare, your mental state?!”
“Mick, that was just the beginning,” Gary said, “That night was the worst of my life they turned up the music, but I could still hear my wife being shafted. The squelchy, rhythmic sound of their fucking, her vocal encouragement. 'Fuck me,' she had an appetite and wanted more. As I lay there I could only imagine her being passed from man to man, treated like the fucking whore she is.”
I imagined Gary, lying alone in the bed he should have been sharing with his hot wife. Hearing every thrust as she gave herself to the two black men, I had nothing but sympathy for my old friend, “So what happened?” I asked, “Did you manage to sleep in the end?”
“Yes, at around 5 am,” Gary replied bitterly, “They were still fucking when I finally passed out.”
“What happened the next day, what did Nat have to say?”
“She told me she was leaving me,” Gary said, trying to hold back tears, “It was that next afternoon, I hadn’t been awake long. Natalie walked into the room. The first thing she said was ‘I think you should fuck off back to England Gary. It’s over between us.’
“What, not even an apology?”
“No mate,” Gary said, “She acted like I was the one who’d been out of order, she was fucking brutal. ‘Really, I don’t know what I ever saw in you? When we get back to England I want a divorce.'
“I pleaded with her to reconsider, but she was adamant,” Gary said, “Then, I asked her why she was being so mean?" Her reply mate, was fucking devastating.”
“Why, what did she say?"
“I asked her why she was being such a fucking bitch? Then she looked me right in the eye and said, ‘Because you’re not a man, Gary.’
‘But you’re my wife, for fuck’s sake.’
‘Listen, I fucked them both bareback because I want to get knocked up.'
“I almost couldn’t comprehend what she was saying,” Gary said, “I kept saying ‘why, Nat, why?' Then she walked right up to me and said, 'You want to know why Gary? Because you’re ugly, you’ve got a shitty job and zero fucking drive, Plus, you’re a runt who can’t produce viable sperm. Carl and Malik are alpha males,’ Nat said, 'Strong, fertile blokes with lush bods and big poles. Did you know they’ve fathered thirteen children between them? Do you understand? Either of those men’s babies will grow up to be far stronger and a lot more handsome than you.’
"Nat was standing about an inch from me, her breasts grazing my chest." ‘Gary, I’ll do anything to get their big shafts to spurt up my fuckhole it's time to fuck off back to England, we’re done.'
“With that, she swirled on her high heels and left the room. ‘Adios babydick,’ were her final words before slamming the door.
“Fucking hell, Gary, that’s just malicious,” I said, “Why do you think she turned so spiteful?"
“Oh I dunno, maybe she was always like that,” Gary said, “Some women are ruled by their desire to fuck, I’m guessing she’s one of them. Me, I thought it was just a trip into normal life, to test the water maybe and she decided she didn’t like it.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“So what did you do?" I asked, "Get the hell out of there, I suppose.”
“Believe me mate, I wanted to but the first available flight was the following day, I couldn’t even get a different hotel room.”
“That wasn’t the end, Jesus!”
“Mick, later that day I was by the pool, trying to avoid them but Carl and Malik found me. They insisted I join them at the bar to ‘make sure I was okay’ about them banging Nat. We were in this little alcove with a sofa and chairs they made me drink shots, and when I was unsteady on my feet Carl said, ‘Nat told us you can't give her no baby, what kind of man is that?’
Then Malik said ‘Nat says your dick’s tiny, man. She said you never filled her.’
“Honestly Mick, they were just bad-mouthing me for their amusement, laughing at me. I tried to walk away, but they frogmarched me back, they were too strong.”
“Nat came down later, *****, dressed in these tight blue leggings and heels. Man, she acted like a complete whore. The words that came out of her mouth, they were fucking outrageous. She was taunting me deliberately.”
“What did she say? I asked, almost instantly regretting it.
“Let’s see, she began by telling them how much she was missing their stiff cocks. Then Carl told her she had a filthy mouth, and to keep talking dirty. Then Nat said, 'I love feeling the weight of your massive black fuck-stick, darling, it's perfect for seeding me.'
“Honest Mick, Nat was lying on the sofa on her side, while the rest of us sat on chairs. She was putting on a show, thrusting her arse out and touching herself. ‘You know I love your massive black dicks,’ she said. ‘They’re fuckin' huge. I love it when real men pump me full of their seed.’
“And they forced you to listen to that?” I was incredulous.
“Yes, until they got bored of taunting me and went clubbing,” Gary said. “Mate, I didn’t sleep at the hotel that final night. I ended up taking a taxi to the airport and sleeping there. The next day I flew back to Donny”
“Jesus,” I said.
“When I arrived home I was fucking livid,” Gary said. “I smashed Natalie’s things, then packed her bags. Then I started drinking, and didn’t stop.”
“So what happened then?”
“Four days later, at around 11 p.m., Carl and Nat returned,” Gary said. “I was in bed when I heard the taxi arrive. I heard the door slam, and Nat’s laugh. But she didn’t come home. She went straight into the house next door. Later I heard the squeak, squeak, squeak of the bed. I could hear her fucking“
“Then the fucking music came on again. It was that song again. Honest, it must be about the fifth time I had heard it that week. Ring or no ring, ho’s gonna be a ho, while you’re sleeping, she’ll be creepin’ out the back door…”
“So this happened three months ago, right? I said. “Is she still living next door?
He grimaced. “No she isn’t,” she said. “She’s moved back in with me“
“What?” I was aghast. “How could you take her back after that?”
“I had no choice, Mick,” Gary said. “So, what happened was last week there was a knock on the door. It was Carl. He said ‘We need in the house so Nat’s going to be staying back here. She carrying my child, so you better take good care of her. You going to treat her with respect or do you need an appointment with my fists?’
‘You bastard, that’s my wife,’ I blurted out.
Carl then cuffed me across the face, hard. 'She ain't your wife no more. She's my bitch. You touch her I kill you. And you call me sir from now on!’
I looked at Gary. “Jeesus!” I said.
“Then he kind of gave me instructions,” Gary said. “He told me that I ‘shouldn’t be staring at his bitch’. He said I should only look at her face when she spoke to me, otherwise to keep my eyes on the floor. ‘I’m warning you, man, I won’t take any shit,’ he said. ‘I told Nat to let me know if you cause any hassle. And if you try to leave, I come after you with a blade.”
“So now she’s back?”
“Yes, mate. She arrived a week ago and I moved into the spare bedroom,” Gary said. “She had this fucking Queen of Spades symbol tattooed above her ankle. Her belly was swollen, and she was wearing a designer pregnancy dress. And she was stone cold with me”
“What did she say?”
"She said ‘Carl said there wouldn’t be any problem. You spoke to him, right? Are you okay with that, or does Carl need to have words?’
“No, no problem Nat' I said. To be honest I was terrified of her asking Carl to beat me."
"Okay, I’ll have a Lambrusco," Nat said, and lay on the sofa, her pregnant belly on display.
I walked into the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine, and poured her a large glass then walked back into the living room and handed it to her, "Gary, Carl's looking for a location for a crèche. You claim to be good with kids, so he thought about here, are you willing to help out? There will be five or six little black kids, all under five, Nat said, "They want you to provide daycare, is that going to be a problem?"
“I didn’t know what to say,” Gary said, then Nat took out her phone and said, "Shall I tell Carl that you’re refusing?"
“No, no... Nat… that’s fine, it will be fine."
“Okay, now bring me some artichokes."
“Wait, wait, Gary stop right there pal,” I said, ”The United match is about to start, the big one, come on let's grab us a place by the TV?”
(This is a re-write of one of my earlier stories)
