Author’s Note: When I received the positive feedback after posting the first chapter, I must admit I was surprised. In my mind, I don’t think the story was very good, mainly because I couldn’t identify with it, I guess. However, having received nothing but positive reinforcement, I thought I would give it another chance, and see what happens.
So here is Chapter 2. What will befall Robby, Wendy and the unknown black lover dating the formerly-loyal white wife?
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The next day, or shall I say, later that day, I was up far earlier than Wendy was. I had a good six or so hours before my wife arrived back home, and I certainly had not had the exercise she had throughout the night. The truth of the matter was that I was having a hard time thinking about anything other than my wife being forced into sex with her black co-worker. Then she found herself submitting to her basest desires and submitted to him and had what could only be termed consensual sex. She denied that she made love to him, admitting only that he fucked her, and she fucked him back with equal fervor. There were a lot of confusing thoughts in my head.
What happened? She admitted he felt her up publicly and then tied her down onto his bed and ravished her fully. He held her captive through the second encounter that same night, where she caved in and gave herself to him as he took her. Her descriptions failed to do it justice in my mind’s eye, and I could envision her lewdly kissing the man as well as begging him to make her climax, as he filled her with his potent black seed. I knew neither of them used birth control, either. This was particularly troubling. If he had successfully planted his child in her, what would we do? What would she do? My mind was all set for abortion. The math was simple. No wife of mine was going to bear the child of a man who ***** her. But then she gave herself to him. What did that mean? Was it ****? Was it not, but more of a forced seduction, no different than plying a woman with too much alcohol and letting nature take over?
I knew she had fantasies. Those damsel in distress things where she was ultimately forced to suffer that fate worse than death. It got her off, and only made it hotter to her when someone she despised defeated her. She liked it when the villain won! That brought back a memory of when we had been dating for about four months and had become monogamous to each other. We had gone to a Halloween party and I dressed as Batman and she as my partner in crime, Batgirl. I had to admit she looked stunning in her figure-fitting costume. Her full breasts and bubble ass did wonders, and the cape and cowl added just the right amount of mystery. Of course, people knew who we were, as we had entered together.
But as time went on and we socialized both together and apart, I realized at one point it had been too long since I had last seen Wendy, and so I went looking for her. I looked into every room, and even found a couple having sex. Whether they were related or not, I still don’t know, and frankly, I didn’t care then, or now. My focus was on my then-serious girlfriend. I had begun to look outside and checked first to see if she might be at our car down the street, but no dice, and she wasn’t nearby, either. So, making my way back, I heard the undeniable sounds of a man and a woman. It actually sounded like they had an audience. I hurriedly made my way to where I thought they were, brushing aside a couple of people who wanted to talk, and exited the house into the backyard. It took me a second to get my bearings until I heard them off to my right. Making a bee-line, that was when I found them. There were maybe a dozen people there, most just watching as two feet were on the ground, with the two in the air instantly recognizable. I bulldozed my way through, and had to stop, shocked at what I saw.
Wendy was on the ground, flat on her back, with her legs in the air, and her arms held over her head by two guys, one a pirate and the other a very poorly costumed skeleton. A third man was between her legs, laying on her and humping her for all he was worth, with his hands holding her knees bent over his arms as he lay atop her. With his costume below his ass, I knew he had to be fucking her, and I took that moment to blow my lid and grab the guy, giving him an elbow in the face and then a solid kick at his shin. He cried out, and the two others suddenly looked up to see a very angry Batman standing there, with fists tight and advancing with a death-stare in his eyes. They took discretion as the better part of valor and scrambled away from me, and managed to leave before I caught up with them. That was when I got to see Wendy sprawled on the ground, her cape carefully laid out under her, and her costume still covering her fully. I reached down and grabbed her by both wrists and positively yanked her to her heeled boots and glared at her.
“What the actual fuck is going on? Were they trying to **** you?”
My voice was full of fury and anger, and I didn’t notice that the others had slipped away quietly.
Wendy looked down, and she took a ragged, deep breath.
“Sorta’.”
“What do you mean, ‘sorta’? There are no half-measures here. It is like getting a circumcision. Either go all the way or fucking forget it!”
She finally looked up to me and met my eyes. I could see some sadness, and even some fear. She had never seen me raging-angry before, but this was the right time to be angry. I just didn’t know who to be angry at, yet.
“Look… Robby… It started as…” She winced a little. “Would you please release me? You’re hurting my wrists.”
I was so angry I had lost track of what I was doing. Releasing my grasp on her wrists, I took my own deep breaths to calm down.
“Alright... tell me what happened.”
She took her own deep breath and re-started her explanation.
“It started out as just a conversation. Me, and maybe four other guys, and girls kept coming and going. I stepped outside because the costume was making me hot. I just wanted to cool off before going back inside.”
She paused, to see how I was taking this, and so far, my expression was neutral, I didn’t have enough to go on, yet.
“So, we were talking, and guys were complimenting me on my costume, and feeling my cape and all that, I think it is because secretly guys like satin, but they don’t want to admit it. Like it is too girly or something. Anyways, so the talk went from costumes to the party and to sex. Guys wanted to know how attached I am to you, and were we getting married and all that, and were we doing it. They also wanted to know how good you are.”
She paused, blushing. The back of my mind was both curious and frightened of what she told them. Did she think I was a bad lover? We had made love a number of times, but she never really said anything, other than to smile as we both gasped for air after. I do know for certain that she had orgasmed, one way or the other, but not always with my manhood in her.
“I told them I loved having sex with you and that we would explore more of it as we got closer together. I think that is what opened the door to the fantasies.”
“This ought to be good. Go on.” My voice had a hint of sarcasm to it.
I had hopes of learning more about my hope-to-be future wife, if we survived this pitfall.
“So, they were talking about how they hated having to be all prim and proper, and a couple of guys were claiming how good they are, and how I would never forget them, you know, the usual stupid-guy crap. Then they got to talking about how hot it would be to see Batgirl defeated instead of always being rescued at the last minute. I agreed with them and the next thing I know, I was flat on my back and being treated like Batgirl was going to finally become a victim to a supervillain, like The Joker or someone. That’s when things truly got out of hand. I was okay with them holding my hands down, but when the one guy, I think his name is Brett? Anyways, so he hopped on top of me and started humping at me with his clothes on. I thought I still had this under control, and so I wasn’t screaming or anything, but I was playing into it, struggling, moaning, and grunting. I have to admit, it was making me hot. That is when things got out of hand.”
I looked at her, and then looked around. There wasn’t a soul in sight, and the party had quieted down. I think after the incident, a lot of people had fled.
“So, what happened? I want to hear every detail.”
Part of me was getting really aroused, as I had always found Batgirl to be hot as a little kid, and I had planned on finding a way to have her myself tonight. But now, I wasn’t so sure.
“So, I think I said something first, or they did, well one of them anyways, and I was begging them not to **** me. That was when Brett began to pull down his costume and was humping me for real. He was trying to find the Velcro opening at the crotch, so he could actually put his dick in me, when you showed up. If you had been two more minutes, I think I would have been done for.”
She leaned in and wrapped her arms around my waist as she laid her head on my chest. She started to sob a little.
“Robby, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen, and I never want to hurt you. I know you are furious, and I get that. But please don’t leave me?”
Okay, she pulled out the waterworks, and that was the tool of my undoing. I wrapped her in my arms and held her. Not long after, we had made our way home and she was out of her costume so fast I think there was a sonic boom. So much for a bit of fetish sex.
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I was stirred from my reverie by her voice as she came down the stairs, nude and displaying her bruised body in all of its glory.
“How do you feel?”
“I’m okay, maybe a little stiff. But I need to know. Are you okay?”
What she was really asking was if we were okay. It took me a second to take stock, realizing I did have an erection in my pajama bottoms, thinking of the Batgirl scene.
“Yeah, we’re okay. But come Monday, if you aren’t going to HR, you best understand that I am.”
She nodded to me.
“I know. I promise, I’ll handle it. I feel pretty awful about what happened.”
“What, that he ***** you?”
She pursed her lips.
“Yeah, a little. But what is bothering me so much is how good he was. I’m so sorry, Honey, but when he was born, they broke the mold on how to fuck a woman. Because he sure conquered me.”
With her words, what little hardness I had in my dick evaporated instantly.
“So why are you going back to him tonight?”
“Because, in the middle of everything, I was so desperate to orgasm that he made me agree to it. To promise him I would meet him. You know how you have teased me so much that I gave in and let you buy the new tool set you wanted. Well, he did that to me. With my hands tied, and his cock in me, and destroying my will, I gave in. I had nothing left to beat him with.” She then hesitated.
“Besides, it is the only way I can get my panties back.”
I sat there, looking at her for several moments. It was then I realized what was going on. Intentionally or not, her words revealed she was living out her deepest, darkest fantasy. The one I could not give her. Batgirl was being defeated and defiled. She was finally suffering her fate worse than death and getting off on it. So, it was simple for her to agree to more. It gave her more of her fantasy. Yet I had no response to it, nothing I could offer her, to save her, simply because she did not want to be saved.
“You hungry?”
“Yes, please?”
So, I went about making her something to eat, and we sat down, silently, as she ate, and contemplated our immediate future.
After another short nap, this time with her snuggled up to me on the couch as I watched the game on TV, she stirred and realized she needed to get ready. She emerged from the blanket covering us as she rose and padded her nude body upstairs. In short order I heard the shower running. I decided the best thing to do this time was not to watch her get dressed. I needed more of this torture like I needed a nail gun in my scrotum. She came down about ninety minutes later, and what I saw made my jaw drop.
She was the opposite of last night. She had her hair up, heavier and darker makeup with blood-red glossy lipstick and smokey-eyes. Her dress was that black satin halter number, with a high waisted, flared skirt and the hemline came down to maybe two inches below her ass. I had seen the dress once before, perhaps last year, but I could never talk her into wearing it. But the amount of cleavage and side-boob it revealed was bordering on scandalous. Her legs were bare and smooth, and while she didn’t show me, I had little doubt she wasn’t wearing panties. The 4-inch black-patent leather stilettos she wore completed the ensemble. I was getting an erection just looking at her. I could not let out a whistle as I was almost drooling.
I rose to collect her in my arms, to hug her, but with a sneaky plan to just throw her down and have her myself, but she used her dainty hand’s blood-red and sharp nails to stop me cold. Her clutching grasp when she reached inside my pajama bottoms and grabbed my nuts in a no-nonsense grip.
“Down, boy.” Her tone was serious. “I know you want me, and I promise when this is all over with, I will do right by you. But like I would do for you, I have to look my best. Even if I know it will be dangerous. Just trust me, that no matter what, I am coming home to you, because I love you!”
My plan thwarted, I simply shared that I loved her too, and she then gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and released my scrotum. She then grabbed her small purse and was out the door, leaving me home alone to fret and worry, and deal with the humiliation she was heaping on me by doing this for another man, even denying me her bare vagina. She was giving it to him and letting him cum in her without anything to hinder nature. I had some more serious misgivings, now. She was going to get laid tonight. I, on the other hand, was just going to risk friction burns.
That night took forever. In my head, all I could envision was my Wendy in the arms of another man, a total stranger who was evidently quite skilled as a lover, and was having unprotected sex with my wife, with nothing to hinder the biological results. The scene behind my eyes was getting more and more detailed, to the very sperm that the black man was ejaculating into my wife, and his seeds swimming upstream to attack her white woman’s egg, and defeat its natural defenses, until her egg was fertilized, and was nestling into her uterus, and begin making nature’s greatest gift, a child. Except it wasn’t my child. That part was both erotic and yet terrifying. I found myself getting relief from my friend Rosey and her five compatriots. A total of three times. That was a record for me. Between the relaxation each episode gave, and the more booze I started drinking, I drifted off to an uneasy sleep. I expected her late, maybe even one or two in the morning.
The next time I saw her was just before noon the next day.
I had texted her when I woke up, but never received a reply. Then I texted her again several more times. Finally unable to cope, I called her, but her phone just went to voice mail. Despite everything I had to contact her, I just faced a blank wall. I sat there stewing, frustrated and at a loss when the sound of her car announced her return, and I peeked out of the window to see her make the ultimate walk of shame up to our front door. I was seething by now, and I didn’t bother to even unlock it for her. When she came in, she saw me scowling with a total-warfare frown.
“Honey. I can’t even explain. I did get my panties back…” she paused to filch them out of her small purse and drop them at my feet. “But I am in trouble.”
I stood there for a moment, looking at her as she looked at me. For someone in trouble, it didn’t look very troubling. In fact, she looked like she had just spent the night doing battle with an octopus who used its suction cups to mark every area I could see. Her neck, her chest, her breasts, and even inside her thighs all had marks and bruises. Even more so than the night before. Her perfectly made French swirl was completely undone, and her normally brushed hair liked like she had been in a wind tunnel. There was nothing left of her lipstick, and the rest of her makeup looked awful. She also smelled. The scent of sweat, faded perfume and semen was clouding all over her.
“In ways you can’t even imagine.” was my own stark and cold reply.
She didn’t try and respond to that, but she moved past me, giving me plenty of space as she then went to take a shower. While I waited, I went to the fridge and pulled out two beers. The first was gone while she was still showering, and the second was half-way drained when she came out to the kitchen, wearing just her terrycloth robe and slippers. I just watched her and said nothing as she hesitated, and then went to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. Without speaking, she placed them between us and filled each with a shot of reposado. Lifting her glass, she toasted me and downed her shot like a pro. Then then did the same to a second. All the while, I just looked at her, my face frozen.
I was holding back a mix of emotions. Relief that my wife was finally safe at home, anguish that my wife had betrayed me and betrayed our marriage again, frustration at her apparent lack of willingness to end this, and anger at being treated as a second-class citizen in all of this. I was her fucking husband, for Christ’s sake! My shot sat there as I continued to drain my beer. All the while, my eyes looked at her. She may have gotten the very fuck of her life, while fulfilling whatever fantasies her black lover had, yet at the same time she was denying mine right to my face. The only way it could become more humiliating is if she had done it to me in front of him! Or done it to him, right in front of me? Whatever it was, I was so furious, I couldn’t even think straight!
“Alright. Go ahead. Yell at me, scream at me, curse me if you want. Hell, if you want to slap me around, it’s okay, I guess. I deserve it. I deserve your anger. I have hurt you in more ways than I think I can count. I can only beg you not to leave me. But I can’t blame you if you do.”
Her words had broken the ice, and unfortunately, I was not fully in control of my fury.
“First of all, you ALWAYS fucking answer my call! I don’t care what the fuck is going on in your life, when I call, you answer. I have been sitting here scared, angry, insulted and fucking hurt of the fact you would not take my call, and you never once thought I was important enough to be graced with your presence! I don’t know who in the fuck you think I am, but we pledged our lives to each other, and we promised each other we would never ignore the other, and here you have done that to me! For all fucking night!”
I had risen to my feet, and my hands were curled into fists as I towered over her. I think this is when she realized the gravity of her actions. Not just last night, but even the first night, when she thought she was big enough to break his ego. She was actually cowering in her chair, and her fingers were trembling as she reached out and downed a third shot. She would have to stop, or she would be shit-faced and stupid before I finished venting. She made the effort to try and pour herself another shot, but I reached out and took the bottle from her.
“You will goddamn hear me out, you cheating bitch, and you will fix this and find a way to make me happy. Me. Your fucking husband, remember? The man you swore an oath to? The man you told he held your heart in his hands, and he told you the same damned thing, only you have managed to squeeze the fucking life out of it? How the fuck could you do this to me? How could you treat me like this?”
My rant went on, probably for a good ten minutes of one-way ass-chewing. Yet she never looked away, she never tried to whine her way out of it. She took it like an adult, to the point she sat there looking up to me and started to cry. Her tears leaked from her eyes, and her lip started to quiver, but she was doing her best to take my verbal barrage. But her spine never faltered. Not with me, at any rate. But I never bothered to think of how her spine had snapped to his will. Her black lover’s potential for dominance. But it obviously had, for her body displayed ample evidence of it.
“I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry.” Her tears were running freely now. “You are right, right to yell at me and right about everything. I am in over my head, and I can’t get out. I don’t know what to do!”
She said some more words, which at this point were largely unintelligible. Her chest was heaving as her body was wracked with sobs, and I was left feeling a mixture of anger, and yet sadness, not to mention a little guilt. My mind was also working on the options. Do I kick her ass out and file for divorce? Do I find a way to reconcile with her? Do I solve her problem for her? Do I let her continue to try and solve it for herself, regardless of the consequences? Do I just let her continue with this affair and let her turn me into a cuckold against my will? None of these options sounded very appealing. Because at the end of the day, I was still the one with all of the emotional injuries, jealousies, humiliations and insults, not to mention being left without a wife to love, honor and cherish me. Not to mention my own sexual desires and fantasies were still un-served. OK, that was going to be part of a solution, perhaps. She would be fulfilling every one of my sexual fantasies I could think of. As I considered all of this, her tears started to dry up.
“First of all, you will tell me everything, and answer every question I have, completely and without any exclusion or omission. Fail me even once and you will be finding a new place to live within an hour.” My voice was menacing, not requesting.
She simply nodded.
“Alright, you will first of all write down his name and contact information. I want to know everything there is to know about this asshole, including his DNA sequence. I am no longer fucking around. It is time for him to find out.”
She took the notepad and pen I slid to her and began writing. She then went to her phone and brought it back, documenting all of his contact details. When she was done, I took the paper and used my phone to snap a picture of it. Then I slid it back to her.
“Now. You will be going to your HR department first thing tomorrow morning. You will not go to your desk, you will not go pee. You will definitely not give whatever his name is… let’s see here…” I looked at the note pad, “uhh, Du’shaun… You will not give him a warning. While you are doing this, I will be attending to this matter in my preferred method. On Tuesday, he will be served with a lawsuit, and he will be charged with ****** you. Officers will go hunt his black ass down, and lock him up, where the rest of the world is safe from predators like him. Once he is safely prohibited from any more contact with him, you and I will determine our next steps. One of them will be to a doctor, to see about your getting an abortion, or whatever it is we need to make sure you are not having his baby.”
I sat back, to evaluate how she was taking this bit of direction. At the moment, I was not treating her as my wife, but as a junior employee who had mis-stepped badly. I wanted to make sure I had her full and un-divided attention and focus. Eying her, she sat there, and I could see from the look in her eyes and the look on her face she understood I was very, very angry, and incredibly disappointed in her. She had played her imaginary game and been defeated, only now with very real consequences. She nodded softly.
“I understand, and I promise to do everything you said. I won’t screw this up. I already know I screwed up badly, and I don’t want to make this any worse.”
I nodded.
“Fine. Now, tell me everything that happened, in order. No dancing around, just tell me the facts.”
She nodded and then rose, going to the refrigerator and bringing out two sodas, one for her, and one for me. She even took the extra step to open it for me. It wasn’t a big thing, in itself, but it was an act of contrition and courtesy. She was trying to show me she understood her place in our marriage right now.
“So. I met Du’ Shaun at a nightclub. He had a booth for us, and so we ate some finger food and chatted a bit. It was then that I told him I needed my panties back, and that it wasn’t an option. After I told him that, he then said he wanted another pair in exchange, and I told him he could have the panties I was wearing, but he would have to take them. He had dangled my panties out in front of me on the table, for everyone to see. From the laughter and comments, I know several people were looking. But I wasn’t about to let him think I was removing my panties for him, anymore”
I looked at her like it was a statement that wouldn’t make any sense no matter how she explained it.
“Umm, that is how guys think, Wendy. I know I sure don’t. If a girl showed up without underwear, I know she wanting to get laid. She also probably isn’t very choosy about who does it.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, so I learned. I mean, when I did it with you, I knew I loved you and wanted you to get the message. I just wasn’t thinking straight. Getting my panties back meant everything, because I knew how upset you were when I came home without them. But he reached the same conclusion you just did when he reached under my dress and felt me up.” She ended with a soft snort.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, just the way he was surprised. He tried not to show it, but his hand suddenly lost any sense of grace, and he started pawing at my crotch and then my hips to verify what his fingers were telling him. For a long moment, he went from being that suave ladies’ man to a teenager on his first date. I was actually starting to laugh when he shut me down by taking his finger and starting to probe my vagina. That made me gasp, and my fingers were suddenly gripping the table out of sheer pleasure. I don’t know why, but his humiliating me like that in such a public setting was turning me on, and I was already well-ready for him. Well, him or any man, actually.”
I looked at her, while feeling my own erection beginning to grow. I was confused in my own way. I wanted my wife to be my woman, yet listening to her describe how she was defiled was also pretty arousing, and in my mind’s eye, I could see my damsel in distress faltering.
“Alright. Go on.”
“So he continued to tease me with his finger, until I was nearly ready to explode. That was when he leaned over and kissed me. Not the sweet kind of gentlemanly kiss, but the deep, passionate kiss like he was devouring me. I couldn’t help it, Robby, honest, but that was when I was done for. He threw some money on the table and damn-near dragged me out of the place, even making me forget my purse. While we were waiting for the valet, I realized I had forgotten my purse, so I hurried back inside to get it, only I couldn’t find it right away. I looked on both sides of the booth, and I was getting frustrated, until I realized I had to look on the floor. So, I put one knee on the bench and bent over, knowing I would be giving at least someone a good look up my dress as I fumbled around, but my fingers finally found it and as I rose, I got a smattering of applause from a few guys. It was so embarrassing!”
I let out an involuntary snort. That is what embarrassed her? Showing her pussy to the room? Not getting finger-fucked in front of these very same people?
“What?”
“Nothing. Go on.”
“Anyways, so I made it out to the car, and stood with Du'Shuan and let him grope me under my skirt while we waited. I could feel people looking at us as they went by, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know how to make him stop.”
“Saying ‘no’ might have helped.” I grunted.
She nodded, looking chagrined.
“I know. I’m sorry.” After a short pause, she continued. “Are you really sure you want to hear this?”
For reasons I don’t understand, my cock was getting rock-solid, but I kept my voice even. Hard-on or not, I was still upset.
“Yes. I told you. This is all or nothing for you. Deal with it.”
She gulped nervously, and I could see her eyes starting to well up a little. The magnitude of the trouble she was in with me was still dawning on her.
“Alright. So, he drove us downtown, and once we parked, we headed into the Excelsior, and to the rooftop club. Once we got there, he managed to get us a spot on the rails, and he made me hold onto the railing with both hands and told me not to let go. He made me stand there alone while he went to get us drinks, all the while it was pretty windy up there, and my skirt was blowing all around. I heard some guys snickering, and two guys offered me money to go to their room with them, like I was some sort of high-dollar prostitute. As we talked, one of them stood on each side and began feeling my ass! I was confused as to how to respond, politely or with the frustration I felt, but decided I should best be polite because I didn’t want to create a commotion, and so I told them no with a smile. They were trying to negotiate with me when Du’Shaun returned. He asked them what they were doing, and they told him they wanted to hire his whore!”
My mind’s eye could imagine her, and it had been one of my own fantasies to see her like this. So, I was growing more interested, and at the same time, hurt more.
“And?”
“And so, he joked with them, and told them I could be theirs for a grand each for one hour, and they both agreed! I was so shocked I couldn’t even speak! But they both started to try and collect me, and try to take me with them, and that was when Du’Shaun made it clear he was joking and that I was his for the night. They had some more serious discussion, as both guys seemed to really want to get laid, and I was terrified that Du’Shaun was really going to pimp me out. The money was up to $2500 for the hour, and I was so shocked that I couldn’t even speak. He was even playing up the pimp-role a little, asking what room it was and so on. It was all I could do to just look out over the city and try and maintain some sort of dignity.”
She was growing exasperated as she spoke. It seemed he had really upset her at that point. Wendy may have had fantasies, but selling herself wasn’t one of them. Taking a drink of her soda, she then continued, as I adjusted myself in my pants. My erection was raging.
“I finally wound up with just him behind me, and his pelvis pressing at my butt as he gave me tiny little thrusts, while his hands reached around and were reaching inside my dress to grope my boobs, or reach under my skirt, all the while people were around us. I looked back over my shoulder at him, and before I could say a word, he was kissing me again, which was only adding to making me so horny. Every time I began to get louder, he would kiss me to keep my voice quiet. Pretty soon, we were just making out. Between the drinks and the teasing, I was just about ready to explode, and he was just keeping me right at the very peak, without finishing me off. All the while, my hands were still holding onto the railing. Every time I tried to pull my hands off, he put them back on there. We stayed like that for maybe forty-five minutes. It was pure torture!”
“Sounds like it.” Was my non-committal response.
“He finally decided enough was enough and he then led me to the elevator, where we were going to a room he had already reserved. Once we got to the floor, he showed me to the end of the hall, and at his door, he pushed me against it and he then pulled my hips back and he didn’t even bother with any niceties. He just fucked me right there and then! In plain sight of anyone! Thank heavens nobody came along, but by then it was pushing past midnight. It was one position we had never been in, and his legs are longer, so once he had finally gotten his cock inside me, he lifted me by my hips and held me up, my feet just dangling there as he fucked me, making me helpless all over again. I tried to protest, to kick my legs, even, but it just wasn’t working. He might have well as tied me up like that. Or even ***** me on the rooftop. I was just as helpless. But this time, he couldn’t keep me quiet, and as I screamed with my orgasm, he damn-near shoved me through the door before somebody came out to see what the problem was.”
I had to take a deep breath here, as my cock was screaming at me as well, for the images her descriptions were creating were now creating a small wetness in my underwear. I fervently hoped the spot could not be seen by my wife.
“So, then what?”
She shrugged.
“Much as you might imagine, he threw me on the bed and got on me again, only like before, he did his bed to nail me to the bed. Like before, he not only shot his load in me, but he also held my legs up and fingered my clit until I orgasmed again.”
She shook her head.
“I swear, it was like he was doing everything in his power to get me pregnant.”
“Oh, you think so?” My voice was rather irritated by this ‘startling revelation’ of hers.
She shook her head again.
“I know. I know. I am so sorry, Honey. So, to finish your original question, he made love to me three more times that night. I didn’t get to sleep until around 6:00 AM. That is why I couldn’t respond to you. I was either in his clutches, or asleep. I wasn’t ignoring you. I just couldn’t physically answer you. I’m sorry!”
I sat back and looked at her for along moment, and then took a deep swig of my soda as I looked out the window.
“So, what about us? Where do we go from here?”
There was silence in the response.
“Wendy? I asked you a question.”
“I know. I’m afraid to answer it. Because in none of these answers do I feel that great. I know I hurt you, and I feel terrible. I feel guilty, I feel ashamed, and I feel just awful all around. I’m afraid. I am afraid of what you will decide, and I am afraid for what may happen.”
“And what do you see might happen?”
“Well, the very best case is I don’t get pregnant, you forgive me, and I make it up to you.”
I gave a half shrug. Again, I was very non-committal, though I have to admit, she was being pretty open from what I could tell.
“The second is I get pregnant, have an abortion, and we reconcile. The third is I get pregnant, and keep the baby, and things get ugly between us. Everything from here on down is just not good, and it is just breaking my heart. I so fucked up, Robby. I am so sorry!”
Again, came the tears. I had the impression that if there was a way to capture women’s tears, we could end a world-drought in about a week.
“Aright. Just know this, starting right here and now. You are done with him, right here, right now, and you have to do some serious ass-kissing. My ass, to be specific. You are now going to be the picture-perfect wife I want. What I want, how I want, and the rest. You will be my arm-candy, even if we are just going to the store. You will do everything in your power to please me. Once we know if you are pregnant or not, then we’ll see what happens next. So, get ready, because you are going to spend all day and night taking my cock. One way or another.”
She paused, and then she nodded, but asked something in a meek voice.
“May I ask this one kindness from you?”
“What is it?”
“I... I just can’t risk you getting me pregnant. If you ejaculate inside me, I won’t be able to have an abortion, because I refuse to terminate your child. That is just too important to me. I’ll give you the best blow-jobs known to humans, and you can have my butt. But please, I am asking you, leave my vagina alone?”
I had to sit there for a long moment and contemplate it. I didn’t like it, but she had a point.
“Alright. Go get ready. I’ve been waiting all weekend.”
That was how we spent the rest of the day, until Monday came around….
So here is Chapter 2. What will befall Robby, Wendy and the unknown black lover dating the formerly-loyal white wife?
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The next day, or shall I say, later that day, I was up far earlier than Wendy was. I had a good six or so hours before my wife arrived back home, and I certainly had not had the exercise she had throughout the night. The truth of the matter was that I was having a hard time thinking about anything other than my wife being forced into sex with her black co-worker. Then she found herself submitting to her basest desires and submitted to him and had what could only be termed consensual sex. She denied that she made love to him, admitting only that he fucked her, and she fucked him back with equal fervor. There were a lot of confusing thoughts in my head.
What happened? She admitted he felt her up publicly and then tied her down onto his bed and ravished her fully. He held her captive through the second encounter that same night, where she caved in and gave herself to him as he took her. Her descriptions failed to do it justice in my mind’s eye, and I could envision her lewdly kissing the man as well as begging him to make her climax, as he filled her with his potent black seed. I knew neither of them used birth control, either. This was particularly troubling. If he had successfully planted his child in her, what would we do? What would she do? My mind was all set for abortion. The math was simple. No wife of mine was going to bear the child of a man who ***** her. But then she gave herself to him. What did that mean? Was it ****? Was it not, but more of a forced seduction, no different than plying a woman with too much alcohol and letting nature take over?
I knew she had fantasies. Those damsel in distress things where she was ultimately forced to suffer that fate worse than death. It got her off, and only made it hotter to her when someone she despised defeated her. She liked it when the villain won! That brought back a memory of when we had been dating for about four months and had become monogamous to each other. We had gone to a Halloween party and I dressed as Batman and she as my partner in crime, Batgirl. I had to admit she looked stunning in her figure-fitting costume. Her full breasts and bubble ass did wonders, and the cape and cowl added just the right amount of mystery. Of course, people knew who we were, as we had entered together.
But as time went on and we socialized both together and apart, I realized at one point it had been too long since I had last seen Wendy, and so I went looking for her. I looked into every room, and even found a couple having sex. Whether they were related or not, I still don’t know, and frankly, I didn’t care then, or now. My focus was on my then-serious girlfriend. I had begun to look outside and checked first to see if she might be at our car down the street, but no dice, and she wasn’t nearby, either. So, making my way back, I heard the undeniable sounds of a man and a woman. It actually sounded like they had an audience. I hurriedly made my way to where I thought they were, brushing aside a couple of people who wanted to talk, and exited the house into the backyard. It took me a second to get my bearings until I heard them off to my right. Making a bee-line, that was when I found them. There were maybe a dozen people there, most just watching as two feet were on the ground, with the two in the air instantly recognizable. I bulldozed my way through, and had to stop, shocked at what I saw.
Wendy was on the ground, flat on her back, with her legs in the air, and her arms held over her head by two guys, one a pirate and the other a very poorly costumed skeleton. A third man was between her legs, laying on her and humping her for all he was worth, with his hands holding her knees bent over his arms as he lay atop her. With his costume below his ass, I knew he had to be fucking her, and I took that moment to blow my lid and grab the guy, giving him an elbow in the face and then a solid kick at his shin. He cried out, and the two others suddenly looked up to see a very angry Batman standing there, with fists tight and advancing with a death-stare in his eyes. They took discretion as the better part of valor and scrambled away from me, and managed to leave before I caught up with them. That was when I got to see Wendy sprawled on the ground, her cape carefully laid out under her, and her costume still covering her fully. I reached down and grabbed her by both wrists and positively yanked her to her heeled boots and glared at her.
“What the actual fuck is going on? Were they trying to **** you?”
My voice was full of fury and anger, and I didn’t notice that the others had slipped away quietly.
Wendy looked down, and she took a ragged, deep breath.
“Sorta’.”
“What do you mean, ‘sorta’? There are no half-measures here. It is like getting a circumcision. Either go all the way or fucking forget it!”
She finally looked up to me and met my eyes. I could see some sadness, and even some fear. She had never seen me raging-angry before, but this was the right time to be angry. I just didn’t know who to be angry at, yet.
“Look… Robby… It started as…” She winced a little. “Would you please release me? You’re hurting my wrists.”
I was so angry I had lost track of what I was doing. Releasing my grasp on her wrists, I took my own deep breaths to calm down.
“Alright... tell me what happened.”
She took her own deep breath and re-started her explanation.
“It started out as just a conversation. Me, and maybe four other guys, and girls kept coming and going. I stepped outside because the costume was making me hot. I just wanted to cool off before going back inside.”
She paused, to see how I was taking this, and so far, my expression was neutral, I didn’t have enough to go on, yet.
“So, we were talking, and guys were complimenting me on my costume, and feeling my cape and all that, I think it is because secretly guys like satin, but they don’t want to admit it. Like it is too girly or something. Anyways, so the talk went from costumes to the party and to sex. Guys wanted to know how attached I am to you, and were we getting married and all that, and were we doing it. They also wanted to know how good you are.”
She paused, blushing. The back of my mind was both curious and frightened of what she told them. Did she think I was a bad lover? We had made love a number of times, but she never really said anything, other than to smile as we both gasped for air after. I do know for certain that she had orgasmed, one way or the other, but not always with my manhood in her.
“I told them I loved having sex with you and that we would explore more of it as we got closer together. I think that is what opened the door to the fantasies.”
“This ought to be good. Go on.” My voice had a hint of sarcasm to it.
I had hopes of learning more about my hope-to-be future wife, if we survived this pitfall.
“So, they were talking about how they hated having to be all prim and proper, and a couple of guys were claiming how good they are, and how I would never forget them, you know, the usual stupid-guy crap. Then they got to talking about how hot it would be to see Batgirl defeated instead of always being rescued at the last minute. I agreed with them and the next thing I know, I was flat on my back and being treated like Batgirl was going to finally become a victim to a supervillain, like The Joker or someone. That’s when things truly got out of hand. I was okay with them holding my hands down, but when the one guy, I think his name is Brett? Anyways, so he hopped on top of me and started humping at me with his clothes on. I thought I still had this under control, and so I wasn’t screaming or anything, but I was playing into it, struggling, moaning, and grunting. I have to admit, it was making me hot. That is when things got out of hand.”
I looked at her, and then looked around. There wasn’t a soul in sight, and the party had quieted down. I think after the incident, a lot of people had fled.
“So, what happened? I want to hear every detail.”
Part of me was getting really aroused, as I had always found Batgirl to be hot as a little kid, and I had planned on finding a way to have her myself tonight. But now, I wasn’t so sure.
“So, I think I said something first, or they did, well one of them anyways, and I was begging them not to **** me. That was when Brett began to pull down his costume and was humping me for real. He was trying to find the Velcro opening at the crotch, so he could actually put his dick in me, when you showed up. If you had been two more minutes, I think I would have been done for.”
She leaned in and wrapped her arms around my waist as she laid her head on my chest. She started to sob a little.
“Robby, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen, and I never want to hurt you. I know you are furious, and I get that. But please don’t leave me?”
Okay, she pulled out the waterworks, and that was the tool of my undoing. I wrapped her in my arms and held her. Not long after, we had made our way home and she was out of her costume so fast I think there was a sonic boom. So much for a bit of fetish sex.
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I was stirred from my reverie by her voice as she came down the stairs, nude and displaying her bruised body in all of its glory.
“How do you feel?”
“I’m okay, maybe a little stiff. But I need to know. Are you okay?”
What she was really asking was if we were okay. It took me a second to take stock, realizing I did have an erection in my pajama bottoms, thinking of the Batgirl scene.
“Yeah, we’re okay. But come Monday, if you aren’t going to HR, you best understand that I am.”
She nodded to me.
“I know. I promise, I’ll handle it. I feel pretty awful about what happened.”
“What, that he ***** you?”
She pursed her lips.
“Yeah, a little. But what is bothering me so much is how good he was. I’m so sorry, Honey, but when he was born, they broke the mold on how to fuck a woman. Because he sure conquered me.”
With her words, what little hardness I had in my dick evaporated instantly.
“So why are you going back to him tonight?”
“Because, in the middle of everything, I was so desperate to orgasm that he made me agree to it. To promise him I would meet him. You know how you have teased me so much that I gave in and let you buy the new tool set you wanted. Well, he did that to me. With my hands tied, and his cock in me, and destroying my will, I gave in. I had nothing left to beat him with.” She then hesitated.
“Besides, it is the only way I can get my panties back.”
I sat there, looking at her for several moments. It was then I realized what was going on. Intentionally or not, her words revealed she was living out her deepest, darkest fantasy. The one I could not give her. Batgirl was being defeated and defiled. She was finally suffering her fate worse than death and getting off on it. So, it was simple for her to agree to more. It gave her more of her fantasy. Yet I had no response to it, nothing I could offer her, to save her, simply because she did not want to be saved.
“You hungry?”
“Yes, please?”
So, I went about making her something to eat, and we sat down, silently, as she ate, and contemplated our immediate future.
After another short nap, this time with her snuggled up to me on the couch as I watched the game on TV, she stirred and realized she needed to get ready. She emerged from the blanket covering us as she rose and padded her nude body upstairs. In short order I heard the shower running. I decided the best thing to do this time was not to watch her get dressed. I needed more of this torture like I needed a nail gun in my scrotum. She came down about ninety minutes later, and what I saw made my jaw drop.
She was the opposite of last night. She had her hair up, heavier and darker makeup with blood-red glossy lipstick and smokey-eyes. Her dress was that black satin halter number, with a high waisted, flared skirt and the hemline came down to maybe two inches below her ass. I had seen the dress once before, perhaps last year, but I could never talk her into wearing it. But the amount of cleavage and side-boob it revealed was bordering on scandalous. Her legs were bare and smooth, and while she didn’t show me, I had little doubt she wasn’t wearing panties. The 4-inch black-patent leather stilettos she wore completed the ensemble. I was getting an erection just looking at her. I could not let out a whistle as I was almost drooling.
I rose to collect her in my arms, to hug her, but with a sneaky plan to just throw her down and have her myself, but she used her dainty hand’s blood-red and sharp nails to stop me cold. Her clutching grasp when she reached inside my pajama bottoms and grabbed my nuts in a no-nonsense grip.
“Down, boy.” Her tone was serious. “I know you want me, and I promise when this is all over with, I will do right by you. But like I would do for you, I have to look my best. Even if I know it will be dangerous. Just trust me, that no matter what, I am coming home to you, because I love you!”
My plan thwarted, I simply shared that I loved her too, and she then gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and released my scrotum. She then grabbed her small purse and was out the door, leaving me home alone to fret and worry, and deal with the humiliation she was heaping on me by doing this for another man, even denying me her bare vagina. She was giving it to him and letting him cum in her without anything to hinder nature. I had some more serious misgivings, now. She was going to get laid tonight. I, on the other hand, was just going to risk friction burns.
That night took forever. In my head, all I could envision was my Wendy in the arms of another man, a total stranger who was evidently quite skilled as a lover, and was having unprotected sex with my wife, with nothing to hinder the biological results. The scene behind my eyes was getting more and more detailed, to the very sperm that the black man was ejaculating into my wife, and his seeds swimming upstream to attack her white woman’s egg, and defeat its natural defenses, until her egg was fertilized, and was nestling into her uterus, and begin making nature’s greatest gift, a child. Except it wasn’t my child. That part was both erotic and yet terrifying. I found myself getting relief from my friend Rosey and her five compatriots. A total of three times. That was a record for me. Between the relaxation each episode gave, and the more booze I started drinking, I drifted off to an uneasy sleep. I expected her late, maybe even one or two in the morning.
The next time I saw her was just before noon the next day.
I had texted her when I woke up, but never received a reply. Then I texted her again several more times. Finally unable to cope, I called her, but her phone just went to voice mail. Despite everything I had to contact her, I just faced a blank wall. I sat there stewing, frustrated and at a loss when the sound of her car announced her return, and I peeked out of the window to see her make the ultimate walk of shame up to our front door. I was seething by now, and I didn’t bother to even unlock it for her. When she came in, she saw me scowling with a total-warfare frown.
“Honey. I can’t even explain. I did get my panties back…” she paused to filch them out of her small purse and drop them at my feet. “But I am in trouble.”
I stood there for a moment, looking at her as she looked at me. For someone in trouble, it didn’t look very troubling. In fact, she looked like she had just spent the night doing battle with an octopus who used its suction cups to mark every area I could see. Her neck, her chest, her breasts, and even inside her thighs all had marks and bruises. Even more so than the night before. Her perfectly made French swirl was completely undone, and her normally brushed hair liked like she had been in a wind tunnel. There was nothing left of her lipstick, and the rest of her makeup looked awful. She also smelled. The scent of sweat, faded perfume and semen was clouding all over her.
“In ways you can’t even imagine.” was my own stark and cold reply.
She didn’t try and respond to that, but she moved past me, giving me plenty of space as she then went to take a shower. While I waited, I went to the fridge and pulled out two beers. The first was gone while she was still showering, and the second was half-way drained when she came out to the kitchen, wearing just her terrycloth robe and slippers. I just watched her and said nothing as she hesitated, and then went to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. Without speaking, she placed them between us and filled each with a shot of reposado. Lifting her glass, she toasted me and downed her shot like a pro. Then then did the same to a second. All the while, I just looked at her, my face frozen.
I was holding back a mix of emotions. Relief that my wife was finally safe at home, anguish that my wife had betrayed me and betrayed our marriage again, frustration at her apparent lack of willingness to end this, and anger at being treated as a second-class citizen in all of this. I was her fucking husband, for Christ’s sake! My shot sat there as I continued to drain my beer. All the while, my eyes looked at her. She may have gotten the very fuck of her life, while fulfilling whatever fantasies her black lover had, yet at the same time she was denying mine right to my face. The only way it could become more humiliating is if she had done it to me in front of him! Or done it to him, right in front of me? Whatever it was, I was so furious, I couldn’t even think straight!
“Alright. Go ahead. Yell at me, scream at me, curse me if you want. Hell, if you want to slap me around, it’s okay, I guess. I deserve it. I deserve your anger. I have hurt you in more ways than I think I can count. I can only beg you not to leave me. But I can’t blame you if you do.”
Her words had broken the ice, and unfortunately, I was not fully in control of my fury.
“First of all, you ALWAYS fucking answer my call! I don’t care what the fuck is going on in your life, when I call, you answer. I have been sitting here scared, angry, insulted and fucking hurt of the fact you would not take my call, and you never once thought I was important enough to be graced with your presence! I don’t know who in the fuck you think I am, but we pledged our lives to each other, and we promised each other we would never ignore the other, and here you have done that to me! For all fucking night!”
I had risen to my feet, and my hands were curled into fists as I towered over her. I think this is when she realized the gravity of her actions. Not just last night, but even the first night, when she thought she was big enough to break his ego. She was actually cowering in her chair, and her fingers were trembling as she reached out and downed a third shot. She would have to stop, or she would be shit-faced and stupid before I finished venting. She made the effort to try and pour herself another shot, but I reached out and took the bottle from her.
“You will goddamn hear me out, you cheating bitch, and you will fix this and find a way to make me happy. Me. Your fucking husband, remember? The man you swore an oath to? The man you told he held your heart in his hands, and he told you the same damned thing, only you have managed to squeeze the fucking life out of it? How the fuck could you do this to me? How could you treat me like this?”
My rant went on, probably for a good ten minutes of one-way ass-chewing. Yet she never looked away, she never tried to whine her way out of it. She took it like an adult, to the point she sat there looking up to me and started to cry. Her tears leaked from her eyes, and her lip started to quiver, but she was doing her best to take my verbal barrage. But her spine never faltered. Not with me, at any rate. But I never bothered to think of how her spine had snapped to his will. Her black lover’s potential for dominance. But it obviously had, for her body displayed ample evidence of it.
“I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry.” Her tears were running freely now. “You are right, right to yell at me and right about everything. I am in over my head, and I can’t get out. I don’t know what to do!”
She said some more words, which at this point were largely unintelligible. Her chest was heaving as her body was wracked with sobs, and I was left feeling a mixture of anger, and yet sadness, not to mention a little guilt. My mind was also working on the options. Do I kick her ass out and file for divorce? Do I find a way to reconcile with her? Do I solve her problem for her? Do I let her continue to try and solve it for herself, regardless of the consequences? Do I just let her continue with this affair and let her turn me into a cuckold against my will? None of these options sounded very appealing. Because at the end of the day, I was still the one with all of the emotional injuries, jealousies, humiliations and insults, not to mention being left without a wife to love, honor and cherish me. Not to mention my own sexual desires and fantasies were still un-served. OK, that was going to be part of a solution, perhaps. She would be fulfilling every one of my sexual fantasies I could think of. As I considered all of this, her tears started to dry up.
“First of all, you will tell me everything, and answer every question I have, completely and without any exclusion or omission. Fail me even once and you will be finding a new place to live within an hour.” My voice was menacing, not requesting.
She simply nodded.
“Alright, you will first of all write down his name and contact information. I want to know everything there is to know about this asshole, including his DNA sequence. I am no longer fucking around. It is time for him to find out.”
She took the notepad and pen I slid to her and began writing. She then went to her phone and brought it back, documenting all of his contact details. When she was done, I took the paper and used my phone to snap a picture of it. Then I slid it back to her.
“Now. You will be going to your HR department first thing tomorrow morning. You will not go to your desk, you will not go pee. You will definitely not give whatever his name is… let’s see here…” I looked at the note pad, “uhh, Du’shaun… You will not give him a warning. While you are doing this, I will be attending to this matter in my preferred method. On Tuesday, he will be served with a lawsuit, and he will be charged with ****** you. Officers will go hunt his black ass down, and lock him up, where the rest of the world is safe from predators like him. Once he is safely prohibited from any more contact with him, you and I will determine our next steps. One of them will be to a doctor, to see about your getting an abortion, or whatever it is we need to make sure you are not having his baby.”
I sat back, to evaluate how she was taking this bit of direction. At the moment, I was not treating her as my wife, but as a junior employee who had mis-stepped badly. I wanted to make sure I had her full and un-divided attention and focus. Eying her, she sat there, and I could see from the look in her eyes and the look on her face she understood I was very, very angry, and incredibly disappointed in her. She had played her imaginary game and been defeated, only now with very real consequences. She nodded softly.
“I understand, and I promise to do everything you said. I won’t screw this up. I already know I screwed up badly, and I don’t want to make this any worse.”
I nodded.
“Fine. Now, tell me everything that happened, in order. No dancing around, just tell me the facts.”
She nodded and then rose, going to the refrigerator and bringing out two sodas, one for her, and one for me. She even took the extra step to open it for me. It wasn’t a big thing, in itself, but it was an act of contrition and courtesy. She was trying to show me she understood her place in our marriage right now.
“So. I met Du’ Shaun at a nightclub. He had a booth for us, and so we ate some finger food and chatted a bit. It was then that I told him I needed my panties back, and that it wasn’t an option. After I told him that, he then said he wanted another pair in exchange, and I told him he could have the panties I was wearing, but he would have to take them. He had dangled my panties out in front of me on the table, for everyone to see. From the laughter and comments, I know several people were looking. But I wasn’t about to let him think I was removing my panties for him, anymore”
I looked at her like it was a statement that wouldn’t make any sense no matter how she explained it.
“Umm, that is how guys think, Wendy. I know I sure don’t. If a girl showed up without underwear, I know she wanting to get laid. She also probably isn’t very choosy about who does it.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, so I learned. I mean, when I did it with you, I knew I loved you and wanted you to get the message. I just wasn’t thinking straight. Getting my panties back meant everything, because I knew how upset you were when I came home without them. But he reached the same conclusion you just did when he reached under my dress and felt me up.” She ended with a soft snort.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, just the way he was surprised. He tried not to show it, but his hand suddenly lost any sense of grace, and he started pawing at my crotch and then my hips to verify what his fingers were telling him. For a long moment, he went from being that suave ladies’ man to a teenager on his first date. I was actually starting to laugh when he shut me down by taking his finger and starting to probe my vagina. That made me gasp, and my fingers were suddenly gripping the table out of sheer pleasure. I don’t know why, but his humiliating me like that in such a public setting was turning me on, and I was already well-ready for him. Well, him or any man, actually.”
I looked at her, while feeling my own erection beginning to grow. I was confused in my own way. I wanted my wife to be my woman, yet listening to her describe how she was defiled was also pretty arousing, and in my mind’s eye, I could see my damsel in distress faltering.
“Alright. Go on.”
“So he continued to tease me with his finger, until I was nearly ready to explode. That was when he leaned over and kissed me. Not the sweet kind of gentlemanly kiss, but the deep, passionate kiss like he was devouring me. I couldn’t help it, Robby, honest, but that was when I was done for. He threw some money on the table and damn-near dragged me out of the place, even making me forget my purse. While we were waiting for the valet, I realized I had forgotten my purse, so I hurried back inside to get it, only I couldn’t find it right away. I looked on both sides of the booth, and I was getting frustrated, until I realized I had to look on the floor. So, I put one knee on the bench and bent over, knowing I would be giving at least someone a good look up my dress as I fumbled around, but my fingers finally found it and as I rose, I got a smattering of applause from a few guys. It was so embarrassing!”
I let out an involuntary snort. That is what embarrassed her? Showing her pussy to the room? Not getting finger-fucked in front of these very same people?
“What?”
“Nothing. Go on.”
“Anyways, so I made it out to the car, and stood with Du'Shuan and let him grope me under my skirt while we waited. I could feel people looking at us as they went by, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know how to make him stop.”
“Saying ‘no’ might have helped.” I grunted.
She nodded, looking chagrined.
“I know. I’m sorry.” After a short pause, she continued. “Are you really sure you want to hear this?”
For reasons I don’t understand, my cock was getting rock-solid, but I kept my voice even. Hard-on or not, I was still upset.
“Yes. I told you. This is all or nothing for you. Deal with it.”
She gulped nervously, and I could see her eyes starting to well up a little. The magnitude of the trouble she was in with me was still dawning on her.
“Alright. So, he drove us downtown, and once we parked, we headed into the Excelsior, and to the rooftop club. Once we got there, he managed to get us a spot on the rails, and he made me hold onto the railing with both hands and told me not to let go. He made me stand there alone while he went to get us drinks, all the while it was pretty windy up there, and my skirt was blowing all around. I heard some guys snickering, and two guys offered me money to go to their room with them, like I was some sort of high-dollar prostitute. As we talked, one of them stood on each side and began feeling my ass! I was confused as to how to respond, politely or with the frustration I felt, but decided I should best be polite because I didn’t want to create a commotion, and so I told them no with a smile. They were trying to negotiate with me when Du’Shaun returned. He asked them what they were doing, and they told him they wanted to hire his whore!”
My mind’s eye could imagine her, and it had been one of my own fantasies to see her like this. So, I was growing more interested, and at the same time, hurt more.
“And?”
“And so, he joked with them, and told them I could be theirs for a grand each for one hour, and they both agreed! I was so shocked I couldn’t even speak! But they both started to try and collect me, and try to take me with them, and that was when Du’Shaun made it clear he was joking and that I was his for the night. They had some more serious discussion, as both guys seemed to really want to get laid, and I was terrified that Du’Shaun was really going to pimp me out. The money was up to $2500 for the hour, and I was so shocked that I couldn’t even speak. He was even playing up the pimp-role a little, asking what room it was and so on. It was all I could do to just look out over the city and try and maintain some sort of dignity.”
She was growing exasperated as she spoke. It seemed he had really upset her at that point. Wendy may have had fantasies, but selling herself wasn’t one of them. Taking a drink of her soda, she then continued, as I adjusted myself in my pants. My erection was raging.
“I finally wound up with just him behind me, and his pelvis pressing at my butt as he gave me tiny little thrusts, while his hands reached around and were reaching inside my dress to grope my boobs, or reach under my skirt, all the while people were around us. I looked back over my shoulder at him, and before I could say a word, he was kissing me again, which was only adding to making me so horny. Every time I began to get louder, he would kiss me to keep my voice quiet. Pretty soon, we were just making out. Between the drinks and the teasing, I was just about ready to explode, and he was just keeping me right at the very peak, without finishing me off. All the while, my hands were still holding onto the railing. Every time I tried to pull my hands off, he put them back on there. We stayed like that for maybe forty-five minutes. It was pure torture!”
“Sounds like it.” Was my non-committal response.
“He finally decided enough was enough and he then led me to the elevator, where we were going to a room he had already reserved. Once we got to the floor, he showed me to the end of the hall, and at his door, he pushed me against it and he then pulled my hips back and he didn’t even bother with any niceties. He just fucked me right there and then! In plain sight of anyone! Thank heavens nobody came along, but by then it was pushing past midnight. It was one position we had never been in, and his legs are longer, so once he had finally gotten his cock inside me, he lifted me by my hips and held me up, my feet just dangling there as he fucked me, making me helpless all over again. I tried to protest, to kick my legs, even, but it just wasn’t working. He might have well as tied me up like that. Or even ***** me on the rooftop. I was just as helpless. But this time, he couldn’t keep me quiet, and as I screamed with my orgasm, he damn-near shoved me through the door before somebody came out to see what the problem was.”
I had to take a deep breath here, as my cock was screaming at me as well, for the images her descriptions were creating were now creating a small wetness in my underwear. I fervently hoped the spot could not be seen by my wife.
“So, then what?”
She shrugged.
“Much as you might imagine, he threw me on the bed and got on me again, only like before, he did his bed to nail me to the bed. Like before, he not only shot his load in me, but he also held my legs up and fingered my clit until I orgasmed again.”
She shook her head.
“I swear, it was like he was doing everything in his power to get me pregnant.”
“Oh, you think so?” My voice was rather irritated by this ‘startling revelation’ of hers.
She shook her head again.
“I know. I know. I am so sorry, Honey. So, to finish your original question, he made love to me three more times that night. I didn’t get to sleep until around 6:00 AM. That is why I couldn’t respond to you. I was either in his clutches, or asleep. I wasn’t ignoring you. I just couldn’t physically answer you. I’m sorry!”
I sat back and looked at her for along moment, and then took a deep swig of my soda as I looked out the window.
“So, what about us? Where do we go from here?”
There was silence in the response.
“Wendy? I asked you a question.”
“I know. I’m afraid to answer it. Because in none of these answers do I feel that great. I know I hurt you, and I feel terrible. I feel guilty, I feel ashamed, and I feel just awful all around. I’m afraid. I am afraid of what you will decide, and I am afraid for what may happen.”
“And what do you see might happen?”
“Well, the very best case is I don’t get pregnant, you forgive me, and I make it up to you.”
I gave a half shrug. Again, I was very non-committal, though I have to admit, she was being pretty open from what I could tell.
“The second is I get pregnant, have an abortion, and we reconcile. The third is I get pregnant, and keep the baby, and things get ugly between us. Everything from here on down is just not good, and it is just breaking my heart. I so fucked up, Robby. I am so sorry!”
Again, came the tears. I had the impression that if there was a way to capture women’s tears, we could end a world-drought in about a week.
“Aright. Just know this, starting right here and now. You are done with him, right here, right now, and you have to do some serious ass-kissing. My ass, to be specific. You are now going to be the picture-perfect wife I want. What I want, how I want, and the rest. You will be my arm-candy, even if we are just going to the store. You will do everything in your power to please me. Once we know if you are pregnant or not, then we’ll see what happens next. So, get ready, because you are going to spend all day and night taking my cock. One way or another.”
She paused, and then she nodded, but asked something in a meek voice.
“May I ask this one kindness from you?”
“What is it?”
“I... I just can’t risk you getting me pregnant. If you ejaculate inside me, I won’t be able to have an abortion, because I refuse to terminate your child. That is just too important to me. I’ll give you the best blow-jobs known to humans, and you can have my butt. But please, I am asking you, leave my vagina alone?”
I had to sit there for a long moment and contemplate it. I didn’t like it, but she had a point.
“Alright. Go get ready. I’ve been waiting all weekend.”
That was how we spent the rest of the day, until Monday came around….
