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  1. Some husbands become horned involuntarily and with the help of their partners ... here is an erotic story on that subject. Defiled Young Secretary By The Cryptkeeper (WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing r******** and violence offend you.) Kelly Woods needed this job desperately. Her husband, Todd, became another victim of the worst economy since the Great Depression. With only her income now, the newly married couple barely made their rent and car payments. If she lost her job too, eviction from their apartment and repossession of their car threatened to leave them destitute. Fortunately, John Simpson, the owner of Franks and Simpson Marketing where she worked, was a kindly old gentleman who liked her. Although others possessed superior secretarial qualifications, John Simpson took Kelly under his wing because she reminded him of a younger version of his own . Unfortunately, Mr. Simpson suffered a severe stroke one evening. With Mr. Simpson permanently incapacitated, the Simpson Family decided to sell the company to a wealthy young black man named Reggie Johnson, who had made his initial fortune as a drug dealer before subsequently purchasing a number of businesses to launder his money. Reggie had little interest in running the marketing firm -- even though it produced a profit -- and intended on closing the operation and acquiring its real estate. But when he saw the young Kelly Woods with her sapphire blue eyes, flawless white complexion, and red, shoulder length hair, his enormous cock twitched in his pants and his plans changed. She couldn't be more than 19-years-old, Reggie thought. Kelly's petite body sported perfect female proportions. "Hi, what's your name and what do you do here?" Reggie asked Kelly as he wandered up to her desk with his eyes undressing her. Kelly had no idea that a black man like Reggie could possibly afford to purchase the place where she worked and soon become her boss. "Who was this huge Negro who stared at her so strangely? Didn't he see her wedding band? What was he doing here and why was he asking her these questions?" she wondered to herself. Kelly answered Reggie in a snotty tone, "My name is Kelly Woods and I'm Mr. Simpson's secretary". Little did Kelly realize that the huge, intimidating black man she condescendingly spoke to was not only her future boss, but also a black demon. As a black demon, Reggie Johnson harbored deep hatred for white men and sought his revenge on them by forcing himself on beautiful white women. Reggie took great pleasure in spoiling the tight little pussies of young white girls -- especially married ones -- with his gigantic, black baby-maker. What always began as r******** eventually became willing participation by his victims once he expertly fucked them a number of times and forced them to cum on his huge cock. Reggie noticed Kelly's recent wedding picture sitting on her desk and the modest wedding band sparkling on her finger as she nervously shuffled some papers. He knew her type all too well: a young, uppity white bitch who viewed all black men as inferior to her punk-ass, honky husband with his small prick. The naïve young girl remained oblivious to her fate as Reggie fantasized about making the beauty unwillingly orgasm multiple times, initially coercing her body - and eventually her heart - to betray her new husband. With time and careful planning, Reggie intended to get inside his new secretary's panties. As the weeks passed, Reggie learned much about his new secretary and her husband by listening in on her private phone calls at work. Even though Kelly and Todd found themselves in a dire situation, the newlyweds still loved each other very much. But Todd grew increasingly depressed from his inability to find work and their financial difficulties. Reggie also discovered how much Kelly disliked blacks in general, and he in particular, which further galvanized his wicked intentions. In hopes of introducing a little more friction into his secretary's marriage, as well as cutting down on the company's costs, Reggie changed the employee health plan. Among other things, the new medical insurance no longer covered contraceptives. Reggie covered his mouth so Kelly wouldn't hear him chuckle from his office one day when he listened to Todd whine to her on the phone about how infrequently they now had intercourse. The couple couldn't afford to buy enough condoms, nor could they afford to have a child. Reggie carefully devised a plan to r******** his stuck up, white secretary by requiring her to accompany him on a business trip to Chicago in a month when the Super Bowl would be played there. He called his old pal Leroy who owned a cheap motel in the city and reserved a block of three rooms - unoccupied rooms on both sides of theirs would ensure no one heard her struggles. Leroy gladly agreed to assist Reggie in his scheme. "I'm going to need you to come with me on a trip to Chicago in January. Call the Princess Motel at this number and ask for Leroy. Book two rooms - one for you and one for me on these dates," Reggie said to Kelly as he handed her a sheet of paper with all the information on it. Kelly swallowed nervously as she saw that she would have to be gone for four days. She realized the dates encompassed when the Super Bowl would be played in Chicago. "I don't know about this, Mr. Johnson. This is during the Super Bowl. They may not have any rooms available," Kelly said, hopeful that her boss would change his mind. "Go ahead and give Leroy a call. If they don't have vacancy, I'll have to figure something else out. We have some important clients I want to take to the game," Reggie replied. Reggie knew Kelly did not want to travel with him, which only made him want to fuck her more. Kelly called the Princess Motel and spoke with Leroy as instructed. "It sho is your's lucky day, ma'am. You has my last two rooms," the ignorant sounding black voice on the phone said. Kelly's heart sank in her chest. How could she stand being away from Todd for four days? He had been so sad lately; this would only make his depression worse, she thought. Mr. Johnson made her feel so uncomfortable, yet now she needed to travel and likely dine with him during her time away from Todd. Kelly's hopes of somehow avoiding the trip proved futile. Over the next few weeks she entertained the idea of pretending to be sick when the time to leave arrived. But being a seasoned sexual predator, Reggie suspected that Kelly might try to weasel her way out of going with him to Chicago. So Reggie sweetened the deal by informing Kelly that she would earn a $200 bonus for the trip. He also hinted to her the possibility of terminating staff that failed to pull their weight at the firm. As the time for their departure neared, Kelly actually considered quitting her job. She spoke with Todd a few days before the trip and explained, "Honey, I don't like my new boss, Mr. Johnson. Something about him gives me the creeps." "Has he said anything inappropriate to you or made a pass at you?" Todd asked. "No, it's just something about him I can't really explain. I don't want to go to Chicago. I really want to quit my job and find something else," Kelly said. "You can't do that, Kelly. We need the $200 badly and we'll lose everything if you quit. Don't you see how hard it's been for me to find work? There aren't any jobs out there now. Find something else that pays as well first. Maybe you're just imagining things because you don't want to leave for four days," Todd replied. "You're probably right," Kelly answered, deciding to follow her husband's advice rather than her female instincts. Had she quit her job like she wanted, things would have been tough for a while. But the couple would have made it somehow and eventually times would improve. Instead, Todd unwittingly exchanged his beautiful, young and innocent wife to a black demon for a few dollars. Kelly worked late the night before her departure. Mr. Johnson had her running errands all over town most of the day and then a pile of paperwork waited on her desk when she returned to the office in the afternoon. "I need you to finish typing the TCR and Smithfield proposals and then get these modifications sent back to Tyson Corporation. When you complete those tasks, make sure you get the documents in your basket filed," Reggie barked at Kelly. "I want everything caught up before we leave tomorrow," he added. Reggie purposely piled on extra work for Kelly in hopes that if he worked her until exhaustion, she would be too tired to have sex with her husband before leaving for Chicago the next day. He realized the poor girl would be at the office until at least 9:00 pm with the amount of tasks he left for her. At 6:30 pm, Reggie decided to go home. He glanced over at Kelly still busily completing the work he had given her. Reggie felt his cock grow hard as the grotesquely large, black organ anticipated corrupting another innocent, white pussy. Soon the dumb bitch would be unable to stop cumming on his big, black pole, Reggie thought. He couldn't wait to see her delicate pink folds cling to his charcoal stick as she begged him to stop fucking her. Reggie had repeated this scenario numerous times with other married, white women. Eventually all of them succumbed to multiple orgasms and gradually grew addicted to his colossal manhood. None of his victims had ever reported him for r******** because Reggie carefully targeted his sexual prey. He possessed an uncanny ability to read the psychological makeup of women and only selected girls that he knew were too insecure to admit that a huge nigger cock had permanently spoiled them. Kelly definitely fit the required psychological profile and soon Reggie's goliath cock would spoil her tight vagina too. Reggie's plan had worked perfectly. Kelly arrived home at 10:30 pm completely drained. She skipped supper due to her fatigue and went straight to bed as Mr. Johnson expected her to report to work extra early to finish up any last minute details the next morning. Todd snuggled up to his adorable, young wife, gently caressing her soft, red hair. As she lay in bed wearing only a red, silk thong, his hand slowly made its way down her smooth, light skin and began fondling her firm tits. "No, honey, not tonight... I'm too tired. I have to get up early tomorrow," Kelly said as she rolled on her side away from Todd and fell asleep. Todd briefly admired his wife's beauty before he turned off the light. Kelly weighed about 110 pounds and stood 5' 6" tall. Firm and nubile, her 19-year-old body was perfectly proportioned with a tight little ass and perky, breasts. Unfortunately, Todd didn't realize that because of his bad judgment, a black demon would soon feast on his wife's treasures, gradually forcing her body to betray him. Kelly would reluctantly learn to appreciate the greater masculinity and superior race of her boss, who unlike her passive, white husband would take her when he wanted. The next morning, Kelly showered and carefully shaved and waxed her bikini area. Kelly had been a competitive swimmer in high school and began manicuring her genitalia shortly after puberty because she spent considerable time in pools wearing a variety of swimsuits and bikinis. Even though she naturally had very sparse pubic hair due to her youth, she was used to being smooth down there and left only a small strip of short red hair above her vagina. She kept the rest of her private area baby bald as she disliked the itchiness she felt when stubble grew. At work Reggie placed another stack of papers on her desk to complete. Kelly labored diligently throughout the day, taking only one 15 minute break to eat a small sandwich for lunch. Their flight left at 4:30 pm but stopped in Orlando, where they would wait two hours before catching a connecting flight to Fort Wayne and then on to Chicago. ************************************************************************* The black taxi driver who drove Reggie and Kelly from the airport to the motel observed how much the young couple contrasted each other. At 6' 3" tall, Reggie's 250 pound muscular build dwarfed Kelly's toned but petite frame. His dark chocolate complexion made Kelly's fair skin appear snow white in comparison. "Man that nigger is one lucky son-of-a-bitch," the cab driver thought as he correctly guessed that Reggie was going to fuck the young girl at the motel. At 11:45 pm the cab finally brought Kelly and Reggie to the Princess Motel, located in a very bad part of town. The naïve, young housewife wondered why promiscuously dressed women stood in the parking lot so late at night. From the outside, the place appeared like a rundown dump to Kelly. She hoped that the inside accommodations would be better. But then again, she felt so tired that all she really cared about was taking a warm shower and going to sleep. Kelly went to the office to check in while Reggie paid the taxi driver and retrieved their bags. Reggie joined Kelly in the motel office his arms filled with their luggage. Kelly turned to Reggie and distraughtly said, "There seems to be a problem with our reservations. They only have one room available." Reggie saw a panicked look like a caged animal in Kelly's eyes, as she nervously spoke. "What do you mean there's only one room available?" Reggie demanded of Leroy, pretending to be irate over the situation. "We made reservations two weeks ago!" "I is sorry sir. We only has one room available, which I will makes complimentary for you because of the mix up," Leroy answered apologetically while admiring the unsuspecting young beauty. "What a fine piece of ass," Leroy thought. Reggie was the luckiest brother in the world to be getting some of that grade "A", prime white pussy. "I don't think we will be able to find anywhere else for you to stay tonight because of the Super Bowl," Reggie said to Kelly. He turned to Leroy and asked, "Can you check around at some other hotels to see if there's any vacancy for us?" "In the mean time, you'll have to share my room. I'll sleep on the floor," Reggie generously offered to Kelly as he escorted her from the office and to their room, Leroy following with their luggage. The idea of sharing a room with her black boss caused Kelly to feel anxiety similar to what one experiences prior to speaking to a large audience for the first time. But stranded in the bad section of a big city far away from her home, Kelly didn't have much choice. Besides, Kelly knew that Mr. Johnson expected her to be a team player. If she pressed the matter she might anger Mr. Johnson and possibly lose her job. Todd would not understand after he had insisted that she go on this trip with Mr. Johnson in the first place to earn extra money. Kelly tempered her complaint and naively went with Mr. Johnson to their room. The room Kelly and Reggie entered appeared in somewhat better condition than the exterior of the motel. On the go since early morning and having had little to eat for two days, Kelly felt exhausted and famished. Kelly didn't know it, but Reggie had purposely prevented her from eating a descent meal all day. "I'm starved - how about you?" Reggie asked. Kelly nodded her head yes. "Is your motel restaurant still open? Reggie asked Leroy. "No sir," Leroy replied. It closed at 11:00 pm. But I think I can get you a bottle of wine if you wants." "Well I guess wine is better than nothing. Bring us your wine," Reggie instructed. Kelly figured she would just have to wait until morning to eat and began unpacking her bags as Leroy left to fetch Mr. Johnson his wine. Reggie had arranged in advance for Leroy to bring Kelly a glass laced with Rohypnol. "Mr. Johnson, I can't drink alcohol. I'm not 21 yet," Kelly said after Leroy returned and handed her a drink. Reggie feigned disbelief even though he knew his secretary's age. "I thought you were at least 25-years-old," Reggie bluffed. "Look, we should have stopped earlier to eat, but it completely slipped my mind. You need to put something in your stomach. Besides, I am expecting you to help me entertain our clients. You're going to have to drink a little something with them to be sociable, so you might as well get used to it now," Reggie adamantly insisted. Again Kelly experienced great uncertainty and fear. Something just didn't seem right about this entire situation. But even though she disliked her black boss and didn't drink, Kelly couldn't risk falling into his disfavor. "Okay, maybe just one glass tonight," Kelly said giving in to Reggie's high pressure. Leroy gave Reggie a knowing smile as Kelly took the drink from him. Not used to drinking alcohol or fond of its taste, she forced down the glass of Pinot Noir in several quick gulps and shuddered. She was tired and eager to take a shower and go to bed. For the first time in many years Leroy felt his old cock come to life as he left the bottle of wine behind and went back to his office imagining the stuck up white bitch on the business end of Reggie's big, black love staff. While Kelly showered, Reggie stripped down to his boxers and waited by the bathroom door for the unsuspecting housewife to exit. Kelly quickly shaved her female area and finished bathing. She turned off the faucet and toweled herself dry. With one hand against the wall to avoid losing her balance, Kelly donned her pink, silk thong and matching bra. She had begun feeling dizzy - probably from drinking the wine on an empty stomach, she thought. Kelly slipped on a flannel sleep shirt over her sexy undergarments, finding it increasingly difficult to visually focus. She felt incredibly sleepy. Intent on heading straight to bed, Kelly opened the bathroom door and instead collided with Reggie in just his blue boxer shorts. Now heavily stoned, Kelly didn't notice Reggie until she bumped into his burly chest. "Oh my God, what are you doing?" Kelly exclaimed as Reggie wrapped his muscular arm around her thin waist and drew her tightly against his hard, black body. "I'm gonna give you some loving, Baby," Reggie replied with a sinister grin on his face. "No - stop it!" Kelly protested in slurred speech as she pushed her tiny hands against Reggie's hard chest trying to break free from his firm grasp. She loved her husband Todd, the only man she had ever been with. She could not possibly think about making out with someone else - especially a disgusting black man, she thought. Reggie ignored Kelly's demand. "Let me go," Kelly implored as Reggie dragged the petite girl toward the bed while she struggled to escape his grip. Kelly didn't stand a chance against Reggie's brute strength, quickly finding herself on her back beneath him, pressed into the mattress by the weight of his solid body. "Get off of me!" Kelly yelled as Reggie tore the flannel sleeping shirt off her. Reggie knew that even if someone could hear Kelly scream, the prostitutes and drug addicts that frequented this motel would never call the pigs. Reggie wrestled with Kelly in the sheets for a few minutes until her stomach absorbed more of the Rohypnol Leroy had placed in her drink earlier and her resistance waned. The dumb, white bitch finally entered a semi-conscious state that left her practically defenseless and Reggie now easily unfastened her bra. Kelly's titties were perfect globes of white, topped by flawless circles of youthfully pink, quarter-sized areolas. Reggie sucked each of her nipples causing them to grow hard. He then rolled the responsive buds between his fingers to keep them rigid. Kelly had the finest little body, Reggie thought as he observed her flat, tight abdomen, exquisitely smooth skin and slender legs. She obviously worked out and took care of herself. Her husband must have been a complete idiot to let such a cute wife go on a four day trip with a black man, Reggie mused. The stupid honky deserved to have his wife's tiny pussy spoiled by a nigger. Reggie's hands glided down Kelly's firm tummy and into the waistband of her panties. Even in delirium, Kelly feebly tried to remain faithful to her husband and stop Reggie as her small hands weakly attempted to keep her panties on. "No, Mr. Johnson. I don't want this...please," she murmured as if from a distant place. Reggie unclasped Kelly's fingers from the silk undergarment, pushed her hands to the side and removed the last tiny barrier between him and complete access to her most private, guarded and intimate area. A small, thin strip of pubic hair above her neatly manicured pussy verified to Reggie that she was a natural redhead. All these white girls went through so much effort grooming their little cunts. They all wanted to be fucked by big niggers, they just didn't know it, Reggie thought. He couldn't believe his good fortune. Her dumb, white husband made a huge mistake. While she certainly could be trusted to remain faithful to him, a strange man could not be trusted alone with her. Todd was a fool sending her off alone with a black man. Great art like Kelly needed to be protected, not left accessible for someone like him to easily steal. "We are lovers now," Reggie said to his delirious victim as he separated her legs. "No, I'm married. I can't do that," Kelly quietly sobbed as Reggie carefully parted her soft labia with his black fingers and inspected her pink chamber. "You're just having a wet dream, Baby. Relax and let me make you cum," Reggie replied. He was going to screw with her mind as well as her body. "Please, I don't want you to make me cum," Kelly responded. "Don't you like black men?" Reggie asked knowing full well she did not. The Rohypnol acted like a truth serum and Kelly answered her tormentor honestly, "No, I don't like black men." "You're gonna love niggers when I get through with you girl," Reggie gleefully said, licking his thumb and index finger. Reggie slowly inserted the wet digit into Kelly's previously exclusive vagina searching for her G-Spot while gently messaging her little clitoris with his thumb. "Please don't do this to me," Kelly cried as her pussy grew moist in response to its invasion. "Tell me you wanna cum on a nigger cock and I'll stop," Reggie said. "Oh, God, I don't want this. Why are you doing this to me?" Kelly asked. Reggie noticed Kelly's clit harden and her pussy become soaked. He had located her special spot. "You like that don't you girl?" Reggie asked. "Noooooooooo, I don't like it. Oooooooooooh stop," Kelly mewled. Her pelvis, however, divulged the truth to Reggie by autonomously moving ever so slightly in response to his expert stimulation. "Tell me you want my nigger cock inside you and I'll stop. You're dreaming anyway girl. Don't fight it," Reggie reassured her. "But I love Todd," Kelly whimpered. "Don't you want to keep your job? What will Todd think if you get fired? Todd wants you to fuck me. That's why he sent you with me for four days," Reggie said. The emotional connection to her husband proved stronger than Reggie had anticipated, for even under the influence of the Rohypnol, Kelly thus far refused to orgasm and maintained control of her body. Reggie had encountered similar scenarios with previous victims and understood the female psyche better than women themselves. His fair captives tried not to cum because deep down in the feminine subconscious, their orgasm represented their most intimate expression of love for a mate. By forcing his unfortunate targets to climax, psychologically they committed the ultimate act of betrayal on their husbands. Each time Reggie coerced a married woman into having intercourse with him, he further diminished the emotional bond to her spouse. He liked controlling white women and forcing them to betray their husbands by making them cum. Kelly grew confused by Reggie's suggestions as the level of Rohypnol in her blood stream increased. Maybe this was a horrible dream. Would Todd really want her to fuck her boss to keep her job? He did encourage her to go on this trip with the disgusting Negro and did not let her quit like she wanted. No, even if this was just a dream, it was disgusting and immoral, Kelly thought. She tried to close her legs and pull Reggie's finger out of her. But the big, black hand was firmly in place and would not budge. Instead the pace at which he stroked her seemed to increase. "Oh, no you don't," Reggie said and pushed her legs open again with his free hand. Kelly momentarily sat up on her elbows as if she had suddenly realized something, glanced down her flat tummy, and dumbly watched with her dilated eyes as Reggie masturbated her. Reggie wondered what went through her mind that caused her to temporarily sit up and observe her own defilement. "Ooooooooooooooooooh......nooooooooooh.....don't," Kelly cooed as she fell back again. "You need to let me keep doing this if you want to keep your job," Reggie said. Kelly squirmed on Reggie's hand a little but did not answer. Reggie continued the "Cum Hither" on her, drawing his index finger up and towards him as if summoning Kelly from inside her vagina to "come here". At a nice, steady pace, his fingertip constantly stimulated the upper wall of her pussy while his thumb traced small circles around her clitoris. Reggie had amused himself playing with Kelly's cunt in this fashion for a long while, silencing her protests. She had reluctantly become aroused and accepted Reggie's suggestions in her confused, drug induced state. She had to let Reggie do this to keep her job. It was all just a bad dream anyway, Kelly thought. Reggie smiled with satisfaction when he felt Kelly's pussy slightly contract on his finger a few times. He had successfully brought the young housewife to a small orgasm. "That's a good girl, keep cumming for me. This will make Todd very happy. You will keep your job and might get a raise," Reggie said. Kelly grudgingly obliged her boss' request. The faint voice from deep inside that had earlier made her try to stop Reggie had been drowned out. She was doing this for Todd, she thought. Todd wanted her to keep this job and she had to do what Reggie said. Reggie relished the control he now exercised over his young, white secretary's body, maintaining her small orgasms. Extremely wet and excited, her relatively inexperienced pussy had been adequately prepared for its new dark mate. Reggie removed his hand from Kelly's very aroused vagina. Because of the Rohypnol, she wasn't sure how long he had been molesting her and welcomed the reprieve. Closing her spread legs, she thought the bad dream finally ended. Reggie swiftly slid off his boxer shorts, releasing his enormous, black viper from its confinement. He returned to the bed, grabbing hold of Kelly's knees and spreading her legs very wide. "I want to sleep. Leave me alone," Kelly whined with her eyes tightly closed. With his index finger and thumb, Reggie gently stretched open her labia while placing the bulbous head of his cock up to Kelly's entrance. He could see her wet, pink mucous membranes waiting to receive him. Since she believed this was all just a bad dream, Kelly tried ignoring the sensation between her legs at first. But the pressure intensified as Reggie's monstrous cock sought access inside her. Kelly opened her eyes to see Reggie leaning over her, his dark skin revealing bulky, highly defined muscles. She looked further down and observed the ripples in his hard stomach. But, her eyes grew wide with fear when they finally reached Reggie's penis. What a horrible nightmare she now found herself in. The charcoal appendage spanned the distance to Reggie's naval - at least three times the length and girth of Todd's modest member. "No, stop. That can't fit in me!" Kelly suddenly barked. She pushed hard against Reggie's tight chest and tried to wiggle her pelvis away from the hideous, black organ. Reggie disregarded Kelly's plea and applied more force. "You'll have to find someplace else to work if you don't let me fuck you. Todd will be very upset when he learns you got fired for not doing your job," Reggie said. The Rohypnol made Kelly very confused. She could not afford to lose her job. "Please, Mr. Johnson, I don't want to. I'm married," Kelly cried. "You're dreaming, Kelly. You need this job, remember? Todd will become more depressed if you get fired," Reggie answered. While Kelly's drugged mind struggled to determine the validity of Reggie's comments, his prick slowly invaded her pussy. Kelly's labia tightly stretched to admit the mammoth phallus entering her previously sovereign territory. Once past her initial boundary, the black snake slithered further inside, soon passing the depth reached by Todd's meager manhood and exploring unchartered areas deep within her femininity. "Oooh ... nooo....owweee, please take it out - it hurts," Kelly wailed. The walls had more empathy for her cries than Reggie. All the women he fucked hurt at first, but soon loved it, he thought as he covered her mouth with his hand and continued drilling into her. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmpppppphhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" Kelly tried to yell. Her tight little body twisted beneath Reggie in an unsuccessful effort to dislodge him. But his big, black cock was already too far inside her. Instead Kelly's traitorous cunt successively surrendered more of its domain to the large, black intruder within it, gradually accepting Reggie's gigantic cock as its new mate. After a while, Kelly's pussy accommodated Reggie's full length and her pain subsided into discomfort and ultimately pleasure. Reggie removed his hand from Kelly's mouth once her anatomy adjusted to his size and she had quieted down. "Ooooh, oooooh, oooooh," Kelly mewled in unison to the squeaks from the bed. Reggie had noted her involuntary reactions as his cock visited different places inside her pussy and then exploited the susceptible areas. Her cunt betrayed its pleasure in small orgasms that she tried unsuccessfully to prevent. "No, please stop doing this to me. Ooooh, nooo...I'm married. I can't do this," Kelly complained. Reggie thought her sorry, white husband would really be depressed if he could see her cumming on his cock now, but replied differently to Kelly, "You're doing a good job and this is helping you and your husband by earning some extra money that you need." Feeling his own climax approach, Reggie quickened his pace. Somehow Kelly's female instincts worked even in her stupor. She noticed Reggie's acceleration and realized he wasn't wearing a condom. She did not want his sperm. In a panic, Kelly pushed her tiny, white hands hard against Reggie's black chest. "Please don't cum in me. Take it out now," she implored. Reggie ignored Kelly's pleas. His cock erupted like a violent volcano and filled her pussy with its potent jism. Kelly felt the soothing warmth of Reggie's rich cream shoot inside her. "Oh, no, no, no, why did you cum in me?" Kelly asked. Reggie did not answer. His cock remained snugly inside the helpless girl shooting a few more rounds. The deed was done. Kelly's hands fell from Reggie's chest back to her sides and her resistance faded. She had been defeated and no longer had reason to fight - her pussy received a black man's spunk. Reggie remained on top of Kelly until she drifted to sleep and then withdrew his long, flaccid penis from her flooded vagina. The virile goo oozed down the crack in her ass. With his fingers, Reggie scooped it all up and carefully placed it back into her full pussy. He then pushed her lips closed so it would not leak out again. "Waste not, want not," Reggie thought. Kelly awoke around noon. "You must have been really tired," Reggie said staring down at her with a big grin on his face. He was fully dressed in a blue business suit and had been awake since early that morning. "Did you sleep well?" he asked. Kelly's mind seemed foggy from the Rohypnol. She remembered drinking a glass of wine the old black man, Leroy, had given her and then taking a shower - but nothing more. "I let you sleep in a while, but we need to get going now. We have to meet with a client I am taking to dinner tonight. Put something nice on," Reggie instructed Kelly. Kelly jumped out of bed and to her embarrassment, discovered she only wore a thong and bra. Reggie had dressed her while she slept, but discarded her sleep shirt that he had torn. She glanced at Reggie and noticed him looking at her with hungry eyes. Once more Kelly's female intuition sensed danger, but the naïve, young wife dismissed her fears as unwarranted. After all, Mr. Johnson had not made a single advance towards her that she could remember and voluntarily slept on the floor the entire night. She hurriedly went to the closet to find something to put on. She must have forgotten to bring her sleep shirt, she thought as she slid the hangars looking for something appropriate to wear. With Kelly's back towards him, Reggie admired her firm, little ass. It smoothly curved and lacked a single blemish. He wanted to bend her over right then and there and drive into her silky pussy again, but decided to wait until later that evening. Reggie felt a perverse satisfaction knowing that his sperm now dwelled inside Kelly. He hoped one of his swimmers would be lucky enough to fertilize her white egg and cause her flat belly to swell with a black baby. Kelly selected a skirt and blouse to wear. Because they were already running behind, she quickly dressed without noticing the crusty residue in her panties. During the course of the day, Kelly remembered bits and pieces of an awful nightmare she experienced the previous evening. She curiously glimpsed at Mr. Johnson's crotch a number of times when he wasn't looking comparing what she had dreamed to what was there. She noticed that he really had an abominably large bulge in his slacks. That evening, Reggie took Kelly and their potential client, an attractive black woman in her early thirties named LaShonda, to a seedy bar and grill called the Golden Ring near the motel. It seemed an odd place to bring someone you wanted to impress. In fact, Reggie and LaShonda discussed nothing related to business and conversed mostly about sports and people Kelly did not know. They had obviously been friends. After dinner, Kelly and Reggie returned to the motel. Kelly eagerly walked to the office hopeful that perhaps another room had come available. "No ma'am, no vacancy until after da Super Bowl this Sunday," LeRoy replied. She would have to stay with Reggie three more nights. Kelly returned to the room in despair. She missed Todd and still didn't feel comfortable with Reggie, especially after the awful nightmares she had about him. When she entered the room he had changed into a pair of black nylon gym shorts and was lying shirtless in the bed watching television. Kelly briefly eyed the bulky muscles defining his chest, arms, and stomach before nervously proceeding to the shower. Kelly came out of the bathroom after finishing her shower wearing a loose fitting pair of sweatpants and a grey t-shirt. She wanted go to sleep, but felt awkward asking Mr. Johnson to get out of the bed. "Do you want to take turns sleeping on the floor? I will sleep on it tonight if you want," she said. "No, Kelly, this is a pretty big bed. I don't think either one of us needs to sleep on that nasty floor again. Look at all the stains on the carpeting," Reggie answered. Kelly momentarily looked at the rug observing numerous discolorations. There was no telling what possibly dwelled in that filth. "Come lay down here. I won't bite, I promise. I'm just going to watch some TV for a little while then I'll go to sleep. No funny business, I promise," Reggie continued. Kelly didn't want to offend her boss by implying that he would do something improper, so against her better judgment, she trusted Reggie and got into the bed leaving as much room as possible between them. Drifting to sleep, Kelly remained as close to her edge of the bed without falling off as possible. Some hours passed when Kelly's slumber was interrupted by Reggie's hand softly squeezing her breast. "Mr. Johnson, what are you doing? Stop touching me; I'm married," Kelly groggily complained latching on to his hand to move it off her. Reggie's hold on her tit would not budge. "Stop it!" Kelly exclaimed in a raised voice. Reggie unexpectedly pinched and twisted Kelly's nipple through the fabric of her garment. "Owe!" Kelly howled in response to the sudden pain. "Shut up bitch and let me feel you up if you want to keep your job," Reggie angrily sneered. The abrupt change in Reggie's demeanor caught Kelly completely off guard. Paralyzed with fear, she lay motionless as Reggie's hand slipped under her t-shirt and bra and resumed fondling her tit. He gently rolled her tender nipple between his fingers making it hard. Kelly didn't know what to do. Someone else besides Todd - a black man - was touching her body! But she couldn't afford to lose her job so she had to tolerate the unwanted attention. Once Reggie determined that Kelly would not resist, he set out taking off her shirt and bra. "No, Mr. Johnson. I'm married and I can't do this," Kelly protested. "I just want to see your tits. I won't do anything else. You want to keep your job don't you?" Reggie answered. Kelly hesitantly allowed her shirt and bra to come off, foolishly hopeful that Mr. Johnson would keep his word and proceed no further. But once Reggie had her topless, he immediately began sucking on her firm tits. "No, Mr. Johnson. You said you just wanted to see them," Kelly objected. Reggie again pinched and twisted Kelly's nipple, causing yet another yelp from her. "I will fire your ass if you don't cooperate. I told you I just wanted to see your tits. I won't do anything else. Now shut up!" he shouted. Fearful of further punishment and of losing her job, Kelly endured Reggie's attention to her breasts. As long as he didn't proceed any further, she could withstand this, she thought. Reggie concentrated on keeping her little pink nipples erect. While Kelly disliked Reggie's actions, after a while her body responded. Reggie detected Kelly's growing complacency and slid his hand down her tight, smooth abdomen to the waistband of her pants. Kelly grew tense fearing the destination of Reggie's hand. "No more, Mr. Johnson. We have to stop now," she said. "No we don't have to stop if you want to keep your job at my firm," Reggie replied, his hand slipping into her sweat pants and then inside her panties. He could feel the warmth emanating from her vulva as his hand descended lower. Kelly took in a deep breath when his fingers reached her pussy and started masturbating her. "No Mr. Johnson, I can't. I'm married. Stop," Kelly whined. "Yes you can. No one will find out and I promise we won't go any further than this. Just relax," Reggie reassured her. Kelly felt horrible doing this to Todd and allowing her nasty black boss to touch her this way. But the many suggestions Reggie had made to Kelly the previous evening while she had been under the influence of the Rohypnol remained in her subconscious. Todd couldn't even handle his own unemployment. He would sink into an even deeper depression if she lost her job too. Convinced that she needed to cooperate or lose her job, Kelly allowed Reggie to continue, the flapping bulge in her sweat pants indicating the diligence of Reggie's fingers repeatedly dipping into her wet folds and then returning to gently circle her clitoris. Reggie watched Kelly's face display disdain and frustration from her body defiantly reacting to his foreplay the way nature intended. Reggie allowed this new boundary with Kelly to become established before advancing further. Each time the dumb, white bitch made a concession, he gained more control over her. He carefully observed Kelly gradually relax, let down her guard, and succumb to the sensations he caused before proceeding. After exciting Kelly enough to lower her defenses again, Reggie's free hand grasped the front waistbands of Kelly's panties and sweatpants and in one swift motion pulled them both off simultaneously before she could adequately react. Her awareness returned. Kelly sat up reaching for the wad of clothing around her ankles. "No more Mr. Johnson, that's enough. I don't want to do this. You promised you wouldn't go any further and you have." Kelly stated. "Listen bitch, I'm getting tired of your God Damn shit. You're going to cooperate or you will look for a new job, find another place to stay tonight, and walk your ass back to Tennessee. I will cancel your airline ticket. Good luck out there in this neighborhood," Reggie threatened. The change in Mr. Johnson shocked Kelly. Yes, he had given her the creeps, but he had never displayed such meanness. What would she do stranded outside in this terrible area in the freezing cold with no money and nowhere to stay? She didn't have any credit cards; how could she afford airfare back home? What would she tell Todd? Reggie pushed her down and slid the bundled garments from her feet. He then inserted his big hands between Kelly's thighs and attempted to pry her legs apart. "Open your legs, bitch, or get the hell out!" Reggie commanded. With tears in her eyes, Kelly allowed Reggie to spread her legs wide open. "Why are you doing this to me, Mr. Johnson?" Kelly sniveled. Reggie's silent answer was beyond Kelly's comprehension, but the words he failed to utter expressed jealousy for the white man that surpassed his extreme lust for the flesh of young, innocent, white females. By spoiling a beautiful, married, white girl's pussy and forcing her to cum intensely numerous times, Reggie retaliated against the white man as well as satisfied his own perverse sexual appetite. A faithful wife could commit no greater betrayal on her husband than to allow herself to orgasm from another man, especially a black man with a superhuman sized cock. If Reggie successfully impregnated the white man's wife, her marriage rarely survived. Having a black baby left a married white woman rejected by her husband, shunned by her own race, but welcome in the black community and accepted by African American men. Reggie removed the most desirous white women from their own gene pool by making their offspring part of the black race. With her legs spread wide apart, Reggie resumed the process of ruining Kelly's marriage and stealing her valuable eggs for the black race, like he had done to many other white, married women in the past, licking his thumb and index fingers and resuming the "Cum Hither" he had performed on her the previous evening without her knowledge. Thanks to the Rohypnol, Reggie had learned a lot about Kelly's body that night without her remembering any of it. Kelly sobbed as her pussy responded. The sound of Reggie's digits splashing in her moisture became embarrassingly audible. Her hands moved down to pull Reggie's fingers away from her vagina, but stopped before reaching their destination and remained suspended above her pelvis wanting to go further, but unable, as she remembered his threats and the pain he had inflicted on her tits earlier. After a few moments, Reggie watched Kelly's hands drop to her sides and clench into the mattress instead of achieving their original goal. He had her right where he wanted. "Oh, oooh, ooooooooh noooooooo. Please Mr. Johnson, stop doing this to me," Kelly begged while her pelvis squirmed. "I know your pussy likes it and I'm not going to stop until you cum for me," Reggie replied with a loathsome smile. Kelly tightly closed her eyes and shook her head side to side trying to fight her own body. But her pussy grew more aroused, her protests slowly silenced and she once again accepted the new boundaries Reggie established relinquishing more control of her body to him. It was only a matter of time before she would become complete jelly and succumb to the urge Reggie was placing in her. She could not fight it forever, Reggie thought as he watched Kelly writhe from his fingers. Even after bringing Kelly to a small climax, Reggie's refused to stop masturbating her, taking delight in watching her defeat continue, the spasms in her pussy grow stronger. "Naah... aaah... please...ooooh," Kelly mewled, nonsensically. Eternity passed before Reggie removed his fingers from Kelly's pussy; but, Reggie's tongue immediately replaced them, tracing circles around her clit and then lapping up the sweet nectar inside her. Todd had never performed oral sex on Kelly before, and the thought of someone actually putting their mouth on her vagina disgusted her. "Stop it, Mr. Johnson! You promised you would not go any further," Kelly bemoaned, pushing Reggie's head away from her privates with her tiny hands. Reggie swiftly slapped Kelly's hip, leaving a red imprint of his hand on her white skin that painfully stung. "Owe, stop, owweeeeeeee, okay," Kelly yelped as the slaps continued. She turned to avoid his smack in one spot, only to @@@@@@ another to the same punishment. Reggie swatted Kelly so hard his hand smarted temporarily. "One more time and you best pack your things and get out. Don't bother coming back to the office, either, because you'll be fired," Reggie warned when the blows stopped. "I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. Please don't hit me anymore. I'll be good," Kelly sobbed. "I need my job. Don't fire me." She couldn't believe Mr. Johnson's cruelty. Her hips, thighs, and stomach displayed bright red markings where he had struck her. Kelly sat half way up on her elbows with a contorted look on her face and watched Reggie shove her legs apart, spread her delicate pink lips open with his dark fingers, and delve his tongue back into her pussy. He successfully gained yet another concession from her. Kelly passively witnessed Reggie enjoying the mildly sweet flavor of her vaginal secretions. She wanted to stop him, but couldn't risk losing her job or further physical abuse. Her pelvis twisted and turned unsuccessfully trying to avoid Reggie's tongue on her clitoris. But completely opened to him, her most intimate anatomy remained easily accessible. Kelly eventually grew accustomed to this level of intimacy as well and again fell back allowing Reggie to enjoy her nectar. Reggie observed her pelvis start to respond each time he licked around her engorged little clit. She still tried to suppress her reactions, but began tiring from the struggle. "Oh, oh, please, noooh," Kelly softly repeated. With her defenses lowered again, Reggie decided the moment arrived to finish his conquest and completely take Kelly. Before she had enough time to react, Reggie quickly slid his boxers off and placed the head of his enormous black phallus up against her small, pink opening. She could not close her legs with Reggie already between them, so Kelly sat up on her elbows once more and with dismay watched Reggie's large penis begin its entry inside her. The hideously large organ with numerous veins bulging beneath its skin and a scrotum as large as a softball could not possibly be human, she thought. "No, Mr. Johnson, please. You're too big for me. You said you wouldn't make me have sex with you," Kelly pleaded as her labia stretched around the glans of Reggie's cock. She knew better than to protest too adamantly, however, and watched helplessly as the monstrous organ slithered deeper inside her. "Mr. Johnson, I'm not taking any birth control. I could get pregnant. Please take it out," Kelly begged to no avail. Reggie lowered himself on top of Kelly, his weight forcing her to lie back again. "At least put a condom on Mr. Johnson. I don't want to get pregnant," Kelly begged, his cock proceeding further into her with each thrust. "Sorry, Baby, they don't make rubbers big enough to fit me," Reggie replied. Kelly could not believe this was happening to her. Married less than six months, she had never been with another man besides Todd and now her black boss' cock was in her pussy without any protection. This was all Todd's fault, she thought. If only he had let her quit like she wanted. Instead, Todd insisted that she go with Mr. Johnson on this stupid trip to earn a few more dollars. As she thought about her husband, Reggie attempted to kiss Kelly. She despised what Reggie now forced her to do and kept turning her face to avoid his lips. He tightly grabbed her chin with his strong black fingers, making Kelly face him. "Open your mouth, bitch!" Reggie ordered as he crushed her cheeks together in his vice like grip. Kelly had to open her mouth, allowing Reggie's serpent-like tongue inside or suffer further consequences. Meanwhile, Reggie's cock now passed the depths established by Todd and proceeded ever further. "Mmmmmmmphhhhh... nooo... mmmmmppppph... please... mmmmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oooooooohhhh... mmpmhhhhhhhhh...stop... mmmmmppphhhhhhhhhh!!!" Kelly gasped with Reggie's tongue in her mouth. Because of what happened to Kelly the previous night while drugged, the entire situation seemed surreal, as if she had lived it before. Her inner labia clung to Reggie's slick cock like a tight sleeve. Bathed with her female juices, the shiny black rod proceeded further with its invasion and seized more of her inner territory. Kelly futilely wished Reggie would stop while her body accepted his increasing presence. She could not even vocalize her opposition now that his long tongue explored her mouth. Oblivious to the distress she initially experienced the previous night - thanks to the Rohypnol - Kelly felt Reggie's huge testicles slap against her ass and realized, to her dismay, that her anatomy had already adjusted to his huge size - with less discomfort, fortunately, than she anticipated. Kelly hoped Reggie would quickly reach an orgasm and then leave her alone. Unfortunately, Reggie's remarkable self-control lasted longer than she ever imagined possible. Furthermore, Reggie had discovered susceptible areas in Kelly's pussy the preceding night and exploited them accordingly now. Kelly fought a losing battle. The discomfort caused by Reggie's colossal cock vanished as it opened her up. The grotesque organ incessantly assaulting her secret pleasure spots caused her body to grow responsive despite her effort to suppress such reactions and remain faithful to Todd. Kelly struggled to prevent her body from responding to Reggie; but he would not stop. Kelly wanted him to hurry up and finish. Instead he went on even longer, and to her horror, she experienced another series of small orgasms. She felt frustrated. How could she betray Todd like this, her pussy contracting around the huge, disgusting, black cock inside it? Reggie felt Kelly's hard nipples poking into his chest and the small spasms in her cunt signaling her defeat. He received great joy bringing down another high and mighty white chick. This was still just the beginning though. Soon he would make Kelly cum hard and often on his big black cock and she would crave his virile organ instead of her husband's. Kelly had to stop Reggie somehow. She hated the way he kept making her cum. But her orgasms strengthened and occurred more frequently as the evening passed, weakening her will to resist. She had fought valiantly to retain control of her body, but in the end, Reggie's stamina and sexual skill overcame her defenses. Nature and 500 million years of evolution won the battle and dictated Kelly's submission to the alpha male. His huge phallus felt better than Todd's tiny penis and awoke new sensations she had never experienced before. Kelly's hands - which had previously clutched the mattress like a patient in a dentist's chair having teeth drilled - released the bedding and hesitantly landed on Reggie's sides. Reggie felt her soft, white hands glide slowly around his back, embrace him and the contractions in her silky cunt strengthen. Her legs locked around his firm, black ass in an attempt to draw more of him inside her. He broke his kiss momentarily to enjoy the music of her subjugation. "Oooh, ooooh, oooooooooh, aaaah, please... I can't...please... stop...oooooooooh...nooooooh more, ooooooooooooooooooh!" Kelly mewled. A sinister look formed on Reggie's dark face; he thought it quite amusing how her body and her moans clearly indicated pleasure that contradicted her murmurs of reluctance. Now that her tight pussy was spoiled she wasn't too good for a nigger any more, he thought. He wished her dumb-fuck, honky husband could see his sweet, devoted, little wife cumming like crazy on her boss' huge black pole. It served that punk ass, whitey husband of hers right to have his young, innocent wife's pussy usurped and ruined by a stud of superior race and masculinity. As much as he enjoyed making Kelly experience multiple orgasms and betray her punk-ass husband, even Reggie's amazing self-control could not hold out indefinitely - his quickening pace signaled the approach of his own climax. Kelly's female intuition perceived the change in her new partner's movements, suddenly reminding her that he did not wear a condom. Her legs released their hold on Reggie's ass less reluctantly then they had been to initially lock around him and with equal urgency, her hands left his back and pushed at his sides. "Ooooooooh, ooooooooh, please....don't cum in me Mr. Johnson...ooooh, nooooh. Take it out, oooooh, oooooooh, please, ooooooh," she cried while attempting to maneuver her pelvis and disengage their union. Reggie played along with her efforts, somewhat, and taunted her by allowing his long dong to move ever further out of her cunt between thrusts. Kelly's hopes rose with each stroke as she attempted to position her pelvis at the right moments to expel Reggie's cock before it ejaculated. For a brief second, only the head of the robust, black appendage remained in her. She was close! But Reggie's cock was so large that even with just its head inside her, it was still beyond her ability to dismount. His hefty, black organ tantalized her by almost completely exiting only to securely return to its deeper location over and over again, delighting her cunt in the process. Reggie knew Kelly was trying to protect her precious little Caucasian pussy from receiving his potent nigger spunk. The dumb, white bitch didn't know that her sacred little twat had already accepted billions of his sperm the preceding night and that his superior, African DNA had been searching for her valuable white egg to claim for the black race 24 hours now. Kelly would receive more of his nigger jism whether she wanted it or not, Reggie thought. Kelly felt Reggie's body become tense and then pressure in her vagina from his penis filling her with its rich, potent semen. She had never received so much cum in her pussy before. Todd ejaculated a very small amount in comparison. "No, Mr. Johnson, you came in me," Kelly whined. Her attempt to break their union faded since it now became moot anyway. She now had a nigger's cum in her precious, white pussy. Reggie's coital movements slowed. He rested on top of her and felt her cunt autonomously contracting around his deflating cock as if trying to milk every last drop of sperm from it. Reggie wanted to make sure as much of his potent seed stayed in her as possible, and remained on top of her. When he eventually rolled off Kelly he grabbed her by the hair as she attempted to leave the bed. "We ain't finished yet," Reggie snarled while twisting her long red hair in his hand and forcing her face into his crotch. "Suck my cock bitch. I better not feel your teeth either!" In disgust Kelly took his thick, black meat coated with a slimy combination of their body fluids in her mouth. Fortunately, the taste was much more tolerable than she had anticipated. As she sucked Reggie's massive, flaccid phallus, he guided her hand to his scrotum and made her gently hold his bulky testicles. They felt heavy with sperm and together were bigger than her hand. Kelly noticed Reggie's cock begin to grow in her mouth and could not believe her boss' sexual appetite. She hoped Reggie would be satisfied after the long fuck session they just had. How could he possibly become aroused again so soon? It seemed like Mr. Johnson could not possibly be a normal human. Todd was done for the evening after he had an orgasm. Were all black men this potent, she wondered. Soon, only the head of Reggie's cock fit in Kelly's petite mouth. She looked so lovely holding his beefy, black shaft with both hands, milking and licking the long, vascular rod the way he taught her. In length, his cock surpassed the distance between her chin and forehead. Surely if he came again, he would be through with her for the evening, Kelly mistakenly thought. As repulsive as performing oral sex on a black man was to her, it was still better than having his massive cock in her pussy again. Unfortunately, the oral sex turned out to be merely foreplay for Reggie and his cock ended up right where Kelly did not want it - back in her pussy. This time, as the morning sunlight leaked through the curtains, Reggie made Kelly get on top of him and impale herself on his giant, black rod. She felt so degraded holding the mammoth schlong in her hands and guiding it into her wet cunt while he firmly grasped her hips to ensure she stayed on course. She stupidly let this situation happen by listening to Todd, she thought, as Reggie's cock slid all the way up inside her again, Reggie's hands rocking her hips to jump start her coital motion. His huge, black hands firmly holding her smooth, white hips, Reggie had to maneuver Kelly on his cock initially. But after a few minutes, her sexual instincts took over and her pelvis autonomously began moving on its own, although hesitantly at first. Reggie reached around and his fingers gently messaged Kelly's clit. "Oooooh," she exclaimed closing her eyes and rotating her pelvis with more enthusiasm in reply to the added attention Reggie gave to her clit, temporarily forgetting her betrayal to her husband. Kelly had entered a trance like state where her entire universe centered around her pussy, during which time Leroy quietly entered their room, on the pretense of performing housekeeping duties, and watched unobserved by Kelly as she fucked her boss. The scent of aroused female hung heavy in the air. Kelly opened her eyes, shocked to see Leroy standing in front of her with a big smile on his old black face, rubbing his crotch. "Oh my God!" Kelly blurted in embarrassment. Jolted back to her senses Kelly tried raising herself off Reggie's slick, black, love pole. But Reggie grabbed hold of her hips just before she managed to get the head of his cock out of her pussy and forced her back down. "Oooooh," she exclaimed in reluctant pleasure as his cock slid up inside her again. "Ooooooh, ooooh, noooo, please help me. He's raping me," Kelly pleaded to Leroy as her pelvis involuntarily squirmed on Reggie's cock again. Leroy chuckled and said, "It sure don't look that way to me, missy. You was all over him when you checked in yesterday night; and I can see you is cumming on top of him now." "No, he is making me do this," Kelly cried as Reggie grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back against his chest. He reached around to her tit as she lay supinely on top of him, rolling her stiff, pink nipple between his fingers, while his other hand slid down to her pussy, where his fingers carefully resumed rubbing her clitoris. "The only thing he's making you do is cum," Leroy laughed watching Kelly writhe uncontrollably on Reggie's enormous cock. Leroy noticed how tightly Kelly's labia stretched to accommodate Reggie's robust prick. Her wet, inner lips adhered to Reggie's slick black shaft each time it pulled away. She was a petite girl with a nicely toned body, thin waist, and firm tummy adorned with a cute, innie belly button that bounced around from her abdominal muscles contracting. Except for a very small tuft of shortly trimmed, fiery red pubic hair on her mons, the rest of her genitalia lacked even a hint of stubble. Her smooth, light skin contrasted nicely against Reggie's dark complexion. It excited Leroy see Reggie ruin another gorgeous, young, white girl like this. Leroy observed Kelly's wedding band sparkle on her finger and knew she would never enjoy fucking her white husband's small pecker again after Reggie's monstrous nigger cock finished corrupting her pussy. Kelly's humiliation persisted as old Leroy remained in the room staring at her fully @@@@@@@ and reluctantly experiencing multiple orgasms from Reggie. The old black man reached down and softly played with her other nipple. "I hope you don't mind. I can't let Reggie have all the fun," he said. "Naaaaah," Kelly moaned and closed her eyes. She realized the helplessness of her situation - Leroy had become Reggie's accomplice and would only corroborate his claims of consensuality if she accused Reggie of raping her. After carefully studying for a while how Reggie messaged Kelly's clit while fucking her to achieve the desired reaction in the white girl, Leroy began playing with her clitty too. Poor Kelly laid on her back cumming like crazy while Reggie's cock sawed in and out of her cunt and the two men took turns fondling her sensitive, pink clit and nipples. Kelly lost track of how many times she came and how long she and Mr. Johnson had been fucking. Sometime during the late morning, Reggie had filled her with his semen for the last time that day and Leroy had left their room. Exhausted from sexual activity all night long, Kelly fell asleep in Reggie's embrace with four large loads of his cum in her. Kelly spent more time in that seedy motel room receiving Reggie's cum in her pussy than anything else the duration of the trip, discovering the entire excursion had been a successful ploy to seduce her. There were no clients to take to the Super Bowl, only her, Reggie, the Princess Motel, and occasional fondling by Leroy. An ordinary man could not possibly perform intercourse as often as Reggie had done with her. She lost count of the many times and ways Reggie had taken her. The extended foray took its toll on Kelly. While not eager to be Reggie's sexual partner, she had become compliant, loosing most of her will to resist her boss' sexual expectations and putting up only token opposition the remainder of their stay. Unhappy as Reggie's sexual partner, but compliant nonetheless, Kelly had looked forward to going home, hopeful that her forced affair with Mr. Johnson would end upon their return and she could put the entire ordeal behind her. *************************************************************************** The day of their departure arrived. With bags packed Kelly eagerly waited for the taxi to take them to the airport. Dressed casually in a pair of jeans that nicely displayed her tight little ass, Reggie wanted to fuck Kelly one last time in their motel room before leaving. "Stop pacing around so nervously and come here for a minute," he said patting the spot next to him as he sat on the bed with a familiar expression on his face. Kelly knew the look in Mr. Johnson's eyes meant he wanted to fuck her again, as he had given her that same stare many times over the past four days and it always ended up the same way. But the taxi would be there any moment to pick them up. Surely he didn't expect to go all the way with her now, she thought cautiously sitting beside Reggie. Kelly sat beside her boss and he immediately pushed her down in the bed and began unbuttoning her jeans. "No, Mr. Johnson, we can't. The taxi will be here soon. There isn't enough time," Kelly said grasping the waistband of her jeans as Reggie opened them and pulled them off her hips anyway. He wanted her to have a fresh batch of his nigger sperm in her pussy when she arrived home to her honky husband. "We'll just have a little quickie before leaving," Reggie replied. He spread her legs and pulled her thong to the side. Over the past four days frequent intercourse with Reggie had conditioned Kelly to anticipate sex with her boss. Her pussy reflexively became wet at the first hint of his desire to fuck her, so Reggie easily sunk his big, black cock in her now with little preparation. "Oh," Kelly dumbly exclaimed as Reggie's long, fat dick dove into her wet pussy. The bed squeaked loudly as he drilled her. Their ride took longer to arrive than Kelly had hoped and her pelvis began humiliating coital movements in reply to Reggie's cock. She could not stop herself from clutching Reggie's back and embracing him. She was married and didn't want to do this but his giant penis felt so good. Why did Reggie keep making her have sex with him? Relieved to hear the taxi's horn outside their room, Kelly thought she would at least be spared from receiving more of her black boss' semen before going back to her husband. "We have to stop now, Mr. Johnson, the cab is here," Kelly softly said. But Reggie ignored the honk and hammered into her a few more seconds until his cock hosed cum in her pussy. Reggie made her quickly lick him clean and swallow a few residual globs of jism that oozed from the head of his prick, then he swiftly zippered up his pants and signaled out the door to the cabby to wait a minute while Kelly hurriedly put on her jeans. While in the cab, Reggie's gooey ejaculate leaked from Kelly's pussy making her silk thong wet and sticky. In a rush she didn't have a chance to clean herself before leaving the motel and carried a huge amount of Reggie's spunk inside her. ************************************************************************** Kelly arrived home with more than just the luggage in her suitcase, but also enormous guilt. As Todd greeted her with a huge kiss and hug, he had no idea that Kelly's mouth had sucked her boss' cock and swallowed his cum only a little while earlier. Nor did Todd realize later that evening when he put on a condom to make love to his wife for the first time in over a week that her pussy contained another man's sperm and had been spoiled by repeated, unprotected sex with a black man's penis that greatly dwarfed his own manhood. Todd thought his wife's vagina felt differently as he made love to her that night when she returned from Chicago, but he wasn't quite certain. It had been a while since they had been together and wearing a rubber made it difficult to feel her anyway. As usual, it only took Todd a couple of minutes to reach orgasm. Kelly noticed the tiny amount of semen his small penis ejaculated into the tip of the condom. She found the sex with her husband hard to enjoy, attributing the lackluster performance to her preoccupying thoughts of Reggie. She just couldn't get into making love to Todd with the awful memories of Mr. Johnson fresh in her head. One thing was certain: she could never let Todd find out that a nigger's cock had ruined her pussy. Hopefully, things would improve over time once the memory of her horrible ordeal with Reggie faded, she thought. Kelly's search for another job proved fruitless as the recession worsened. But to her relief, Mr. Johnson ignored her for a few weeks. Kelly believed Reggie lost interest in her, the affair had ended and her life would now return to normal. She had even stopped talking to Todd about quitting since Reggie had relatively little work for her to do and it was an easy paycheck in difficult economic times. Everything seemed to finally be returning to normal, except for Todd's depression, when one day as five o'clock approached, Mr. Johnson asked Kelly to come into his office for a minute. "I need you to come in here and take some notes for me," Reggie said as he stood by his office door with his hand on the knob. He had that familiar look in his eyes that Kelly knew meant only one thing. Kelly panicked. She didn't want to have sex with Mr. Johnson again and remembered her fertile period approached, although uncertain exactly when she would ovulate. "It's five o'clock Mr. Johnson. Can it wait until morning? Kelly nervously asked as the other employees left for the day. "This will only take a few minutes," Reggie replied with a smirk. Kelly wore a pair of black slacks with a pink blouse. Reggie had admired her hot ass in those nicely fitting pants all day long and eagerly anticipated stuffing his dark meat in her juicy cunt again. For a moment Kelly considered refusing Reggie's request and telling Todd she had been laid off. But then she remembered her financial situation. With Todd still unemployed and his depression worsening, no money saved, and behind in their rent and car payments, if she quit it would not be long before they lost their car and became homeless. Kelly needed to keep her job so she proceeded into the office unsure of her fate, Reggie shutting and locking the door behind them. Reggie wrapped his arm around Kelly's thin waist and drew her toward him; his other hand fondled her perky breast through her pink blouse. She should have kept one of Todd's condoms with her, but feared her husband might notice one missing or grow suspicious if he found one in her purse. "Please don't make me have sex with you again, Mr. Johnson. I'm not taking any birth control pills," Kelly pleaded. Reggie's cock hardened like a rock in his pants at the prospect of impregnating the pretty, white bitch. He sat Kelly on his desk and began unfastening her slacks. "I don't want to get you pregnant either so I'll just play with your pussy a little bit, okay?" Reggie said to get her guard down. He knew Kelly's weaknesses and intended on exploiting them to get inside her. "Noooo Mr. Johnson. This isn't a good idea," Kelly answered as Reggie opened her pants and slid his hand inside Kelly's pink, silk panties. It had been too long since he had enjoyed her tight sexy body, Reggie thought as he felt her soft, smooth skin and firm belly. Kelly tried to think of something she could say or do to stop Reggie before she lost control to him, but things rapidly went too far. "Oh God, no," Kelly murmured, rolling her eyes back in her head as Reggie dipped his finger in her soaked opening and then softly stroked her clit. With his free hand, Reggie pulled off Kelly's slacks and unbuttoned her blouse. "Please Mr. Johnson. I can't do this. I'm married and you'll get me pregnant," Kelly cried. "I promise I won't get you pregnant. Relax, I'm just going to play with your pussy for a while," Reggie reassured her again while removing her blouse and bra. Kelly now sat on the desk wearing only her panties with Reggie's hand inside them. Reggie caressed her small, lightly pink nipples to erection on her beautifully shaped tits. With Reggie masturbating her, Kelly felt trapped into playing Russian roulette. She knew her boss' deceitfulness, but had to trust him anyway as he gently pushed her back and then pulled off her thong. Leaning on her elbows, Kelly watched Reggie finger fuck her as her long legs dangled from the desk. Reggie touched her the right way in the right places until he received the reaction he wanted from Kelly. He watched her breathing deepen and a dreamy look appear in her eyes as he twirled his thumb around her clitoris. She slowly lowered herself off her elbows and lay back on the desk, relinquishing more of her apprehension. "That's a good girl, Kelly. You just lay back and don't worry. I'm going to take care of you as long as you let me play with your pussy when I want to," Reggie said. Kelly wanted to tell him to stop while she still had a little willpower left. "Oooh - this isn't right, Mr. Johnson," she moaned. I'm married. Please stop doing this to me." "It's alright Kelly. You're just doing what you need to do to keep your job. You're a good wife making this sacrifice for your husband. As soon as you cum for me I'll stop," Reggie falsely reassured her. Kelly's silky vaginal secretions coated his fingers, making it easier to arouse her. Kelly closed her eyes and allowed her natural reflexes to take over. Reggie delightedly observed her pelvis begin gracefully twisting responsively to his strokes. "Oooh, ooooh, aaah, ooooooh," she murmured. Reggie quietly unfastened his pants and lowered his boxer shorts with his free hand while continuing to masturbate Kelly. Almost without interruption, Reggie's cock replaced his finger in Kelly's wet pussy and his thumb kept tracing tight circles around her hard clit. Kelly's eyes opened when she felt Reggie's huge cock enter her. "Ooooh," she exclaimed in a combination of felicity and worry, climbing back up on her elbows and witnessing Reggie's cock sink further inside her vulnerable cunt. "You said you wouldn't make me have sex with you." "I'll take it out in a little while," Reggie replied as his cock smoothly plunged all the way into her. "Just lie down and don't worry," he said nudging her backwards again with his free hand. Kelly really had entered her fertile period and Reggie had brought her to a place where she could not fight her body's urge to reproduce. She readily accepted Reggie's promise, surrendering to his humongous black pole rapidly thrusting into her and forgetting about the possible consequences of their union. The only thing Kelly thought about was her pussy and how good it felt to take all of Reggie inside her. She loved Todd, but sex with him had not yet returned to the pleasurable experience it was before Reggie spoiled her cunt. Her three week abstinence from Reggie allowed intercourse with Todd to begin improving. But now Reggie's cock occupied her again, reinforcing the preference for his thick, elongated, black meat it had forced her pussy to acquire several weeks ago. "Don't forget to take it out," Kelly half-heartedly reminded Reggie as she locked her heals around his ass and ground her crotch into him. Her cunt expressed its desire to receive Reggie's semen by tightly contracting around his phallus. She was cumming on his black baby-maker just like he had wanted. "That's my girl. Keep cumming for me. I'm gonna take it out soon, Baby," Reggie said with a devilish smile, maintaining his pace and continuing to play with her clit. Kelly helplessly climaxed hard for Reggie multiple times. Her stupid-ass, whitey husband was going to be real happy with all the overtime she was earning for him tonight, Reggie thought. In nine months Kelly would also have a little black bonus to bring home for all her hard work. Without warning, Reggie explosively squirted inside Kelly a number of times before removing his cock from her towards the end of his orgasm and spaying his remaining rounds on her clit and in her belly button. In the middle of an intense orgasm herself, Kelly didn't comprehend that her pussy had received some of his rich cream again. She felt Reggie spreading the slippery fluid over her tummy and rubbing it on her excited clitty and mistakenly assumed he had withdrawn in time. Kelly came to her senses when Reggie finished with her, realizing the mistake she had made. She quietly slipped her clothing on and went home with a sticky reminder in her panties of what she had done. ************************************************************************** Kelly's job became very easy, but involved servicing her boss more often. Although she initially disliked the frequent "overtime" Mr. Johnson required her to perform, the extra money helped with their finances and Todd had no idea that Mr. Johnson was fucking her. But the more Mr. Johnson took her, the less satisfying sex became with her husband. Kelly lost interest in Todd as her sexual partner and increasingly craved the superior attributes of her black boss. Kelly's compliance with Mr. Johnson's sexual demands transformed into complacency. After a few months, Kelly's once flat stomach bulged. When she gave birth to a 10 pound black baby boy, Todd left her and Reggie introduced Kelly to some fellow brothers. She ended up moving into the projects and having several more black babies all with different fathers.
  2. The Fifth Date by Anonymous5 (address withheld) *** A married couple discover where love and jealously intersect as neglected wife yearns for attention from her husband. (MMF, reluc, wife, cheat) *** Chapter 1 "I think we should see other people," Donna announced. "Or at least I should. I'm pretty sure I don't want you to. Not that you would, you're always too busy working." "It's kind of late for that isn't it? We've been married for 20 years," I countered. "That's my point. After 20 years I should still expect my husband to take me to dinner and a movie once in a while. When was the last time we went out? When was the last time you looked at me like you wanted me while we ate dinner at a nice restaurant? That's what I miss about dating. Having someone hang on your every word, open car doors, and really pay attention. I want a man that will just pay attention to me." She had started out almost in jest but as she made her statement, I could see the emotion building in her voice. It was all about that new movie "Midnight in Paris" that her friend Jill had seen. Once Donna heard someone rave about something, she had to have it also. "Donna, you know I have been working 10 hour days lately and I am just too tired. Why don't you go with Jill? I bet she would love to go again and you could have a night out and see the movie. And if its sex you want, I'm not too tired on the weekends." "You just don't get it do you? So you really aren't going to take me then?" I heard finality in her voice and assumed she was beginning to see my point of view. Of course I said I was not going to take her anytime in the next month and frankly I didn't usually care for Woody Allen movies. Looking back over my life I can identify several times when there was some small decision or word that had a disproportionate effect on my life. I later found this was one of those times. "It's ok," she conceded, "you don't have to go. I'm sure I can find someone that will take me." Victory I thought; no Woody Allen movie for me. I left the room and went back to work on those customer billing statements. After about an hour, I started to wear down and decided to call it a night. I shut off the computer and got up to go to bed. As I walked down the hallway to the bedroom I heard Donna giggling on the phone as she talked to someone. "...oh that sounds good so see you then... Right, right, I'll be ready. .... Unh, unh, not on the first date mister... You bad boy. (giggle). Oh, gotta go, bye." When I walked into the bedroom, she was just closing her cell phone. "Uh, who was that?" I asked. "Oh that was Tom. He's taking me to dinner and a movie." "Who's Tom?" "Oh, he's the new attorney working on the Smith case. Remember the sexual harassment lawsuit the school district got last year that I told you about? Well his wife left him about 6 months ago and he just moved to town when he took the job with us at Crab, Gobel and Goldberg. He told all the women in the office that he wasn't really ready to get back into the dating game but that if anyone needed company just to get out of the house sometime he was game. Poor guy, he doesn't know a soul in town. And he's not very handsome. So, I thought I would show him around and I would have my date for Thursday night. You're not jealous are you?" Donna was openly smiling at me as if to dare me to challenge her arrangement. "Honey, would you like me to cancel on him and you take me instead?" The truth is, I WAS a little jealous and I almost blurted out for her to cancel her date but then I remembered Thursday, I was working late with my boss and my boss's boss so I could not take Donna out that night. "What about tomorrow night instead of Thursday? I offered. "No, I have some errands I have to get done and Thursday is the last day the movie runs in town so sorry. Thursday or nothing." "I'm sorry Donna, I just can't. You know how it is." I pleaded. "It's ok big guy," she said as she approached me. "I will never forget who I'm married to and I will never ever forget you are the only lover for me." She reached up and gave me a kiss that in romance novels would be called smoldering. Let's just say it was slow, deliberate and full tongue. After we broke from the kiss, she backed up a little and gazing straight into me eyes, reached her hand down and started to stroke the growing bulge in my jeans. Twenty Five minutes later we were lying in bed in post coital bliss. "Where did that come from? I asked." "I don't know but I like it." Donna answered as she snuggled over next to me, draping her leg over my hips. We fell asleep and the next we knew it was morning. Wednesday went by in a blur and as usual, I got home late around 6:30 and Donna had just gotten home before me. "Hi honey, how was your day?" she asked in an upbeat tone. "The usual. Do twice as much with half the resources," I complained. We were both pretty quiet through the rest of the evening. After dinner, I went back to work on some numbers and Donna was in the bedroom arranging her closet and trying on some clothes. I came in and went to bed around 10:00 and she was already asleep. Thursday morning we got up at the usual time and left for work. When I kissed her goodbye the kiss seemed to linger just a bit longer and when I said "Love you," she answered back with a sincere "And I love you." My afternoon meeting nearly went wrong and I was nervous all day. Finally, around 6:00 pm it wrapped up and I headed for home. I hadn't even thought about Donna all day and now I realized I would probably miss her since she likely would have left for the movie by now. I finally rolled into the driveway, noticing her car was gone. Oh well, ham sandwich and cold beer for dinner tonight. I was already missing my wife. As I walked into the house, I smelled the faintest trace of perfume. It was an unfamiliar scent. I wondered if Donna had purchased a new one. I followed the scent into the bedroom where it became stronger, intoxicating as if there was a strange new woman in my house. In a way there was. I was feeling a little bit of "poor me, my wife isn't home to fix me dinner" when I saw the wrapper in the bedroom trashcan. "Sexy thigh high stockings with stay up lace top," it read. $10.99. Suddenly I felt a surge of jealousy and panic and arousal all at once. I well- remembered her preferring thigh highs to pantyhose when we were dating. She preferred the easy access it allowed me to slip my hand under her dress and into her panties. That seemed so long ago. I searched the room looking for other clues. There was also a tag in the trash can that looked like it had been recently clipped off of a new dress. Not finding any other clues, I realized I could look up her credit card online. Sure enough, there were a number of purchases on Wednesday that had just posted. $75 at Victoria's Secret, $180 at Macy's and about $9.00 at Walgreens. I almost got sick at my stomach when I imagined her activities of the previous day. New underwear, new dress and a dozen condoms. Oh, and don't forget she smelled heavenly with the new perfume. I sat in the living room and looked at the clock until my emotions came down a little. I got back on the computer and looked up the showing times for the movie. 7:45 was the start time so that meant it would probably run until about 9:30 to 10:00 pm. Allowing for no hanky-panky, she would be home around 10:30 or so at the earliest. That is, if she actually went to a movie. I went online and checked the story plot. I would casually ask her questions about the movie and find out if she was actually at the movie or not. I felt better that I had a plan of action at least. I had a couple more beers and fell asleep on the couch watching a documentary. "Hi honey, wake up, I'm home!" Donna burst through the front door, click, clicked her heels across the tile floor and reached down to kiss me. God, did she smell good. It wasn't just the perfume, there was a musky female scent mixed in with the perfume that would arouse a dead man. I glanced at the clock. It was 11:45. I noticed her lipstick was smudged before she kissed me. Still groggy I stood up and asked. "So how was Mr. Hemmingway?" "Still overweight, smokes cigars, and a little suicidal. The movie was really good. I thought Owen Wilson pulled it off really well and I don't usually care for him." I felt a wave of relief realizing she really had seen the movie. "So where did you go for dinner?" "Oh we went over to Morton's steak house. Tom loves the New York strip there and wanted me to try it. It was wonderful. Overall, it was a really good time. Tom is a good guy. Some woman will be lucky to get him." "So when did the movie let out. Seems like you were late getting home." "Oh, you really are jealous aren't you! Look, I'm going to put all my cards on the table. Dating is not just about sex, it's about fun and talking and spontaneity. I do not intend to FORNICATE with anyone." she said with emphasis. "It's harmless fun and I know that I have a terrific husband." I felt much relieved after she told me that but I just had to know. "So what did you buy at the Walgreens yesterday?" "Oh my god, you are SO jealous! And you were spying on me!" After a moment she said "I guess I have been torturing you haven't I? Well if you must know, I picked up some feminine products. Anti-itch cream, if you must know. My privates have been itching lately." She said as she swiveled her hips over to me and molded her body to mine. "Got enough energy left to do me?" I pulled her to me and inhaled her perfume in my nostrils as I kissed her check and slowly moved my kisses up to her earlobe. I heard her breathing quicken as she responded to my touch. As we kissed, I reached my right hand around and unzipped her dress while I killed the light switch with my left. We stood in the half-darkness for several minutes feeling each other's bodies like it was the first time, her new red dress puddled at her feet. We broke apart finally and Donna whispered in my ear, "let's get in bed." I stripped off my clothes completely. Donna removed her bra first and then sitting on the bed rolled her stockings down. She scooted up into bed wearing only her new panties. Noticing me looking at her panty area, she asked, "Like 'em? I bought them just for you. Liar," I said as I slowly reached up and hooked my fingers into the waistband to pull them down off her. She compliantly raised her hips to help me while she chuckled at my accusation. Moving my face between her legs, I inhaled her wonderful female smell. God, she smelled good; a mélange of clean skin, and perfume and female musk. But no semen smell. I guess I just had to know that she hadn't been fucked. After a delicious period of foreplay, I moved up and eased into her female wetness. We held each other quietly while I moved rhythmically inside her body. Donna's arousal was building with every stroke and soon started to make small keening sounds. I stopped my movement and kissed her, she moved her legs around me resting her ankles behind my knees. I raised back a little off of her and asked, "Did he try anything?" "Not... really," she breathed. "It was actually a little disappointing that he... he... didn't try much of anything. I almost felt unappreciated." "What do you mean, not really?" "Well, at dinner, he slipped his shoe off and very slowly slid his toe up my leg. It tickled at first but then it felt good and then it gave me this tingle. It's nothing really, he was just testing the waters." "And how wet was the water?" "Wet I'm afraid. I started really lubricating. My panties were so wet." I stroked in and out a few times and then asked, "So what else happened?" "Nothing really, not even much for a first date. After the movie, I kissed him once. And that... that was it." "French kiss, or kiss your brother kind of kiss," I inquired. "Kind of in between, open mouth but not much saliva swapping." Donna's breath was coming in gasps now, very much aroused. I couldn't determine what was exciting her more, me pushing into her or her little confession. "I'm glad you didn't fuck him. I couldn't have taken that. Promise me you won't fuck anybody but me and promise me you won't keep any secrets no matter what. Lying would be worse somehow." "Worse than what?" she asked in a breathy halting voice. "Worse than fucking somebody else. I would rather you confess something really bad than lie to me about even something small." "I can't lie to you. At least not while we're like this with you inside me. I just couldn't." Her head tilted back, her eyes rolled up and then... "Oh... Oh... oh... oh, oh, ee, ee, eeee!" I spurted into her and we held tightly, both convulsing together. After about a couple minutes, I eased out and moved over onto my back next to her. Donna's breathing slowly returned to normal. We fell into the complete sleep of sated lovers. Chapter 2 The next day at work, I got a call from Donna. "Hi lover, got plans for the weekend?" "Actually, I've been too busy to think about it." "Well think about it, it's already Friday morning. How about tomorrow we drive out to that winery we used to go to and poke around in antique shops or something?" "That sounds really great but remember, I promised your dad I would help him with that yard work project? And on top of that I have two hours' worth of book work I need to get done." "Always working. Oh well, I guess you won't mind Tom taking me to the winery then." she said defiantly. "I was telling him about it at work and he was very interested in going. He says he's a recovering wine snob. Don't worry, we'll be back before dinner time. And besides," she said in a sultry low voice, "nobody gets into my panties until the fifth date. I'm old fashioned that way." I was mildly jealous, thinking about her going to my favorite winery with this Tom guy. But then I realized there was a hidden benefit. The last time she went out with him she came home very horny and I certainly reaped the benefits. I played along. "So define 'getting into my panties' for me. Does that mean just heavy petting or an hour of hard pounding you into the headboard?" "Well that depends on how the date goes, how good looking he is and how many glasses of wine I've had. It's kind of a point system," she giggled. "So take me for instance. You've said I'm handsome and we've had about a thousand dates. So maybe two glasses of wine would do it?" I asked. "I think that would be a sure thing sweetie" she laughed. "What time will you be home tonight?" "Leaving early believe it or not. Why don't we pick up some fish at St. Mary's and watch an old movie tonight?" "Not exactly painting the town red, but at least it's a plan. I have a couple errands to run but see you around 5:00." "OK, bye." I replayed the conversation with my wife in my head. Something dawned on me then. When we were first dating, I remember we had sex for the first time on about the 5th or 6th date. I couldn't remember exactly. Maybe she did have a five date rule. I got home around 4:00 and Donna wasn't home yet so I decided to open a bottle of wine. A dry Riesling should pair with the fried fish I planned to pick up. While I was in the kitchen, I opened the drawer looking for the corkscrew and noticed Donna's day planner. I glanced at today's date and noticed an appointment for her at her gynecologist. That's funny that she told me she had an errand and not a doctor's appointment. Oh well, probably nothing, I hope there's nothing wrong with her that she is keeping from me. Her sister had suffered with endometriosis and so I hoped it was just a regular check-up. I left for the fish fry and upon returning home pulled into the driveway right behind Donna. Coming into the doorway from the garage I called out "Hi babe, how was your day?" I had startled her and she seemed to be hiding something in a paper bag behind her. I didn't bring attention to it and nonchalantly offered her a glass of wine. "Sounds great hon, just pour it and I'll be right back." She disappeared into the bathroom and returned sans paper bag. The evening passed uneventfully. Friday's we were both usually tired and a little laid back. Before you know it we both fell asleep with the movie on. I woke up around midnight and quietly got out of bed to turn the TV off. Then I thought about the paper bag again and went into the bathroom. I opened the drawers one by one and saw nothing unusual. Then I went through the linen closet. Still nothing until I ran my hand behind a pile of towels and there was a paper bag. I pulled it out and looked inside. What the fuck? There was a package of Nuva Ring. I've seen it advertised on TV and know what it is. Why was she getting birth control? It certainly wasn't for my benefit since I had a vasectomy after the birth of our second child. The answer was inescapable. She was planning on having sex with someone else. I wanted to scream and run in and kick her out of bed. I wanted to get in my car and go find Tom and beat the hell out of him. But what I did was put the paper bag and its contents back where I found it. Then I went back to bed but didn't actually fall asleep until I had worn myself out thinking about it. Jealousy burned in me but I found myself getting hard thinking about it and then I got angry at myself for feeling turned on. Saturday morning I woke up and Donna was already out of bed making coffee. I got up and went down for a cup myself. "Hi sleepy head. You sure slept in." she said. "Yeah, I didn't sleep very well. Lot of things on my mind." "You worry too much. Have more fun, worry less." She smiled and left the kitchen to go take her shower. I looked at the clock. Crap! It was already 9:15 and I had promised her dad I would be over by 9:30 or 10:00. I will have to get moving. As soon as Donna got out of the shower, I jumped in and before I knew it I was leaving. And I was angry with myself for not confronting her. I told myself I would get it in the open tonight. By 3:00 PM I was exhausted. Manual labor is no longer my cup of tea. I said goodbye to Donna's dad and arrived back home by 3:30. I didn't expect Donna to be home yet and she wasn't. Moving around the house I snooped like I was in someone else's house. I checked the bathroom and the paper bag was missing. I went into the bedroom and didn't find anything of note except the smell of perfume was still faintly in the air. I went back to the study and did some work. Eventually the garage door made its clackety sound and I realized it was 5:00 o'clock already. The car door slammed and soon, I heard her tennis shoes bounding up the stairs toward me. "Hi honey, I'm home," she called out as she came toward me. Whoops, she seemed a little unsteady. She came up behind me and reached down to nuzzle my neck letting the smell of alcohol fill the air. "That feels nice," I said as she began to massage my shoulders. "Oh yeah, right there," I said to encourage her. She kept on massaging my neck and shoulders for a few minutes and then slowly reached one of her hands down into my shirt and lightly ran her fingers over my nipple. After a few seconds of tickling, she lightly squeezed my nipple without pinching. "What's got into you," I asked. "Well, no one. That's the problem. I'm horny, you're kind of cute, and I've had 4 glasses of wine." That was as good an invitation to sex as a man gets. Being the gentleman that I am, I swiveled my chair around facing her, cupped her breast's in my hands and massaged them while I leaned up to kiss her. She was not wearing a bra. Not that she desperately needed one. Donna was a firm 36 C so she could get by without a bra sometimes. I was a little surprised and turned on to find she wasn't wearing one today. I thought back and tried to remember if she was wearing one this morning before meeting Tom. Damn it, I was too busy to notice. I couldn't remember. We French kissed for a good minute while I administered my massage to her body. Then I stood up and held her hand pulling her into the bedroom. Somehow, my jealousy melted away as I rediscovered how much she desired me. I pulled her onto the bed and squeezed her body tightly to mine. She responded like the horny woman with four glasses of wine in her that she was. After a bit, we pulled back and began to undress each other. She opened my shirt buttons one at a time. I in turn pulled her t shirt off and unfastened her shorts. I pushed her shorts down and she assisted by kicking them off onto the floor. I stood up and pulled the rest of my clothes off . Then while standing over her, I pulled Donna's panties down inspecting her wet vulva. I couldn't help myself, I had to taste between her legs. Spreading her legs apart with my hands, I moved my face against her pussy. My tongue stroked the length of her opening causing a sharp intake of breath from her. For the second time in a week, I was relieved to taste her female scent without the troubling additional smell of semen. She had saved her intimate affection for her husband. We made love like animals in rut. Everything else was forgotten. There was only the now, the moment, the smell of sex. After the heat died down we laid in each other's arms, savoring the denouement. After the climax, reason and logic began to return. I realized that I still needed to confront Donna but did not know how to begin. I was somewhat relieved when Donna began for us. "I hope you won't be mad but I have a little something to tell you." "What's that?" I asked non-committedly. "Tom got a little bit friendly with me today." "Tell me what happened. Remember, I'm your husband and I'll always love you no matter what." "Well I hope so. I didn't mean for anything to happen but we were having such a good time walking that 2 mile nature trail out by the winery. And after that we went to the winery and went through the wine tasting class that they give. We had such a good time. And after tasting about 10 different wines I was feeling really good. So Tom bought a bottle of Vignola's, you know that white wine I like that is just a little bit sweet. So anyway we got a bottle and some bread and had a little picnic there at the winery. We were just lying on a blanket that Tom brought and drinking wine and looking up at the clouds. That's when I complained that my shoulders hurt so Tom started to massage my neck and shoulders. He must have kneaded my shoulders for 5 or 10 minutes until I was like in a trance or something. Then he started to move his hands farther down my chest. He didn't really feel my boobs at first, just halfway down where it felt so good. He asked me if I liked what he was doing and I just said, "Oh don't stop." He must have taken that for a go ahead signal and so he just moved his hands down to massage my breasts and I'm sorry honey but with the wine in me I couldn't say no. He just gently squeezed my boobies for what seemed like an eternity. I got so wet between the legs I wanted to fuck right there. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was weird because our faces were upside down with each other. You know, upside down kissing. Are you mad?" "So you drink too much wine, let him paw on your tits and then French kiss. And now you're feeling guilty and want forgiveness?" "I guess that's it." she said in a submissive tone. "I'm sorry. You know I only love you. My mind only loves you but my body responds when it's stimulated," She apologized. I wanted to be mad at her but I just couldn't because she never held anything back and I could always trust her to tell me the complete truth. She was childlike in her honesty. "What else do you have to tell me?" I asked. "What else?" She let out a big sigh and was silent for a moment. The she began, "Now don't be angry with me. Just listen and hear the whole story before you judge me. I've given this a lot of thought and I've agonized about this for days. I started out thinking I could just date and not have sex, but I started to worry that maybe I couldn't always control every situation. That maybe my brain would say no but my body would say yes. Or maybe I would get date raped or I don't know whatever. So just so you know, I have no intention of having sex with anyone but you. But just to protect us both, I got a prescription for birth control from my gynecologist." I didn't know what to say. I was grateful for her honesty and slightly turned on and yet pissed that she was basically telling me that she didn't even trust herself around another man. I calmly and gently said to her, "Donna, you are the love of my life, the other half that completes me. And I know you love me, you show me every day in some way. But you're telling me you went on birth control in case you fuck some other guy. How do you think I feel right now?" With those words out of my mouth, she started bawling loudly, tears down her checks and she clung to me with a death grip. The poor woman was emotionally a wreck. I held her tightly and consoled her. "I love only you. We'll always be together no matter what. It will work out ok, I know it." Finally I told her "Hey stop it, nobody got killed or anything." "I don't deserve you." she finally blurted out between sobs. We lay together like that until we must have drifted off to sleep. Chapter 3 Sunday morning I woke up early and went to the kitchen for coffee, leaving Donna still soundly asleep. After I had my first cup of coffee in hand, I remembered I had kept forgetting to check the owner's manual for some maintenance questions I had on Donna's car. So I went out to the garage, opened Donna's car door and went through the glove box. To my surprise, I found a very sexy blue bra neatly folded up. What the hell was her bra doing in the glove box. I guess she must have neglected to tell me how she willingly took her bra off to give Tom an easier grab at her boobs. I was feeling rather pissed although it really didn't change any material facts. She had already confessed to letting Tom grope her breasts anyway. What difference did it make? I put the bra back, carefully replacing it as I found it. I then went back into the house and got on the computer to check my email. I started to check my email but then started thinking about the Nuva Ring. I googled it to see what I could find out. Simple, 99% effective and starts working 7 days after insertion. Well I hope she doesn't fuck anybody this week, I thought. Then I started to get extremely hard thinking about her fucking. I visualized her pelvis thrusting up as some guy pushed his fat cock into her feverish out of control body. Get a grip I thought. She's my wife and she's not going to do that and I won't let her anyway. I remembered then that she had written down her passwords in a small book. I pulled it out and found the password for her email. Listening to hear she was still sound asleep I quickly logged on and began to look over her email. There it was. A message from Tdavis @ I opened it up and read. "Thank you for a wonderful day. You don't know how good it makes me feel to be around a good woman again after my divorce. It's been hard for me to trust again but I can tell that you always tell the truth and you have a gentle encouraging way about you. Thank you. As you know, I have a very busy schedule this next week so I won't be able to spend any real time with you. But maybe we could have lunch on Thursday at the little Italian place. Just meet me there a little before noon. I think it best if we drive separately. With fondness." Tom. P.S. Great nips! I felt smug knowing I had Donna to myself this week, well mostly anyway. I logged off, went back to the bedroom, woke Donna up and fucked her silly. She was more than willing. I realized that we had had sex more often in the last week than in the last three weeks previously. We got up and showered in time to make second service at church. By a weird coincidence the pastor had a sermon about sexual purity. It was about how you should never put yourself in tempting situations to begin with. I glanced over and saw Donna squirming a little. The rest of the day we just did stuff around the house and we didn't really speak about anything important. I guess we both needed to think a little. Monday morning rolled around and we dived into the workweek. Both of us were busy with deadlines at our respective workplaces so it was just a week of quick dinners, then off to bed tired. Thursday night when I got home from work, I remembered the email I had surreptitiously read earlier. Donna was home already when I walked into the kitchen. "Hi sweetie, I'm home, how was your day?" "Oh, not bad. I had lunch today with Tom at that little Italian place, Luigi's or Luggi's or something like that. How was your day?" "Well not as interesting as your day. Get your tits massaged or anything?" I asked with more than a little sarcasm. "You can stop it right there mister! When you act disrespectful to me it makes me not want to share with you. I know I went over the line but please don't hold it over me forever." "I'm sorry," I said contritely. "It's just that I couldn't bear to have anyone take you away from me. I love you." "Oh, you do love me don't you." she cooed. "I know I did bad. Would it make you feel better to spank me or something?" She said flirtingly as she turned her rear around to me. "No, just tell me about your lunch." "Well, he really opened up and told me about his marriage. He still loves her and is struggling with a way to try to mend their relationship. I shared some ideas that I thought might help. He's maybe going up to Milwaukee this weekend to see her if she will let him." I began to feel sympathy for him. I imagined myself in his shoes, Donna hundreds of miles away. Feeling another woman's tits would be no substitute for losing my wife. Poor guy. If I knew then the events about to unfold, I would have had much less sympathy for Tom. The next morning at work I got a call from my supervisor that I didn't really want to hear. The bottom line is that there was a big screw up at the Milwaukee plant and it was all hands on deck. A team of six including me would be going to trouble shoot the problem and we would be leaving late this afternoon. I would have just enough time to run home and pack a bag. Crap, I hate when things like this happens. Imagine the irony, both me AND my wife's "date" would both be in Milwaukee. I called Donna to let her know but only got her voice mail. I called 3 more times and same result. Oh well, I guess I could call her from Milwaukee. She wasn't going to be happy though. We had a fight one time over something similar. She thought I should have stood up for myself and not gone. She never understood responsibility. I left her a note and got in my car to head for the airport. About 7:00 PM I'm walking out of the gate at Mitchell Airport when my cell rings. "Did you run off with another woman or did Henderson really send your team to Milwaukee for the weekend?" she quizzed. "No other woman would have me. It was that asshole Henderson alright. And he said I won't be back until late Monday night or Tuesday." "Well, I guess I'll have to find something or someone to keep me busy this weekend," she sighed. "Well it won't be me or Tom since we're both in Milwaukee, sweetie." "Oh that's not quite true." she said. "Tom called a little while ago and said his ex-wife is out of town visiting her mother in Chicago so he won't be going after all. He said she did sound open to the idea of talking. Apparently she is lonely also. So, guess what? I have a date for Saturday night! Now don't be jealous. I promise to not drink anything. I think we both know where that leads. I want to get out and have fun but I'm not looking for any hanky-panky. From the sound of Tom talking about his ex, probably all I'm going to do is hear him talk about her." We talked a little more chit chat and then we said goodbye as I got to the rental car kiosk. Monday morning, we had finally resolved the issue. One of those crazy little simple things that you just don't see until you see it. So anyway, we were all jubilant to wrap it up and head for home. To his credit, Henderson called and said the team had the rest of Monday and all of Tuesday off. See you Wednesday, job well done, blah blah blah. I was back at home and pulled into the garage around 2:00 PM. I came in, dropped my bag in the bedroom and lay down on the bed to rest. I must have dozed off but woke up around 3:30. I got up, poured myself a glass of chardonnay and it was then I noticed two wine glasses and an empty bottle of pinot grigio in the living room. I picked the glasses up to put them in the dishwasher and tossed the empty. My mind started to imagine Donna sitting on the couch with Tom sharing a bottle of wine. I began inspecting the house more carefully, noticing a pair of panties half under the bed. Definitely a slight residue in the crotch. I smelled them but couldn't really detect anything. Still, what the hell were they doing under the bed. I began to feel a burning in my veins. My blood was boiling. I was angry and I was starting to feel aroused at the same time. Lucy's got some splainin to do. I put the panties back exactly where I found them. Then I decided to look the rest of the house over. There was the remains of a used up candle on the nightstand, and a towel in the laundry that smelled like sex. I sat down to wait for Donna to get home. As usual, when she came in the door, my heart beat with joy. She had that way about her of always making me happy to see her. "Hi honey," she said, as she came to me for a heartfelt kiss. "I didn't expect you home yet but that makes it all the better." "It's good to be home'" I said with a lack of conviction. "Oh you must be tired. What can I do to make you feel better? How about you take a hot shower and then I'll love on you. Wouldn't that be good?" "Sounds wonderful," I said as I ambled off to the shower. Later in bed, Donna turned the light off, lit a candle and carried it over to the nightstand. She slipped under the covers with me and it was then I realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. We didn't say anything as she moved her mouth to my body first sucking on my nipples, then lower on my belly and finally she engulfed my rigid manhood into her warm moist mouth. "After 10 minutes of oral attention, she moved up to kiss me full on the mouth and worked her hips back and forth until I eventually slid inside her. She didn't move too vigorously. Mainly, she just held me inside her moving just enough to feel very loved and close to her. I told her, "that feels so nice what you are doing. Did you learn some new technique from your date this weekend?" She lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered, "maybe. Would you be mad if I had?" "Sure I would, well tomorrow anyway. Right now I just like what you are doing to me." "Do you want to know everything that happened or should I just keep my secrets?" I sensed anxiety in her voice. She really was worried what I would think. "You know the rules, Donna. You have to tell me everything with no falsehood of fact or omission." By now she had lowered her body just enough that I could suck on her nipples while she began her confession. "Tom picked me up Saturday night and took me to dinner at Crazy Fish and then afterwards we went to Club Viva to dance. It felt so good to really shake it out on the dance floor. I even danced with two other guys that I knew from our insurance agent's office. Remember Dan and Tim? Anyway by 11:30 I was feeling really good and then a slow song came on and Tom pulled me onto the floor and we just held each other and swayed while the other people danced. "It was so nice. Not as nice as now with you inside me but nice. I kept feeling Tom's cock through our clothes, god it was so hard and driving me crazy. Finally, I realized that I had to get home or I would start doing things I didn't really want to do. So I asked him to take me home. He drove me home and when we got there, I was just feeling really lonely with you gone so I invited him in just for a little bit. I offered him a glass of wine and he accepted." "Is that when you lost your panties under the bed?" "What are you doing looking for my panties?" "Husbands always look for clues of their wife's indiscretions." "I didn't do what you think. We just sat in the living room and talked about our marriages. Well, maybe we did a teensy bit more than just talk." She then rotated her hips and ground her pussy into me as hard as she could. Donna didn't cum yet but she was close. "So what happened then?" "One glass of wine led to two and two led to four. You know what happens with four glasses of wine don't you?" "Go on," I said. "I didn't fuck him," she said defensively. "We were just sitting on the sofa and suddenly I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to feel good again. He was so lonely for his wife. I wanted to be her and love him and take the pain away. It's hard to explain. So we kissed for a long time and just got into the sheer joy of kissing. I was so wet that by the time he slipped his hand under my dress, I wanted him in me. I was craving it. He caressed me for what seemed like an eternity before he finally got the nerve to slip his hand inside my panties and finger me. I came almost immediately. I needed to get off so badly. I wanted to pull him into the bedroom and take off his clothes but ended up we just didn't do it. I can't say why but it just didn't feel right. So instead he used his hand to make me cum several more times. Then later I got some KY out and massaged him till he came. After all that kissing and petting we did, I just couldn't leave him high and dry." "So I guess you learned you're playing with fire." "I guess so," she said somberly. And I also found out he really is a big boy. Not so long but really big around," she said with an impish grin. "You're not really angry with me, are you? After all, I didn't really have sex with him and I've told you the complete truth. Please don't hate me," she pleaded. She lowered her left breast to my mouth, holding it in her hand as if to offer it to me to suckle her in a symbol of submission and love. I took the offered nipple, rubbery and firm and swirled my tongue on it. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she began to grind her pelvis into mine. Together, we grabbed the release we were both reaching for. Her insides flooded with our combined release of fluids. Sometime later as we lay naked under the covers drifting off to sleep, I thought wasn't it funny he had gotten into her panties and it was only the fourth date. Well only the fourth date I was aware of. The next morning, I used my day off to organize and catch up on errands while Donna went to work as usual. I remembered, I had her email password, and I debated should I or shouldn't I. I shouldn't be spying on her since she was honorable enough to tell me the truth about her and Tom. What the hell, I concluded, I paid for this computer and it's mine to use. So after logging into her email account, I looked down the inbox until I found the TDAVIS message I was looking for. "Donna, thank you for such a wonderful time. That was one of the best nights of my life. The only way it could have been better would have been to do it all the way. All day today, I couldn't think of anything but the smell of your body on my face and hands after I left your house Sunday morning. I still have feelings for my wife but if she doesn't take me back, I could do no better than to possess you, if only on a part time basis. I can think of nothing but our next rendezvous." Now I was pissed. He was falling in love with her and it was getting serious. I'm going to put my foot down. I spent the rest of the day distracting myself with mindless tasks. Shoes to the shoe shop, replace light bulbs, sharpened the lawn mower blade, etc. etc. I've been working such long hours, I've gotten way behind on the rest of my life. Yeah that was it. That was the problem. Work had caused me to neglect my life, my wife, Donna. Chapter 4 Donna got home around 4:30 and greeted me with her usual upbeat mood. "Hi honey, I'm home. What did you do all day without me?" she asked. "The usual, I had 6 lines of cocaine and sex with 6 women midgets," I joked. "That would be one line of cocaine per midget. What did you do?" "I saw Tom this afternoon in between his scheduled appointments. They are really running him hard." "Seems to me you were running him hard. Or at least stroking him hard. I think it's time to quit seeing him. We both know where this is going." I softened my voice and said, "I don't want to lose you. You've been building up the courage to have a full-fledged affair with him. It's time to stop now." Donna lowered her head and said meekly, "I guess you're right. I've upset you and I'm genuinely sorry. Please forgive me." I didn't know what to say since I was expecting a fight and instead she capitulated immediately. "Donna, you have to tell him you can't be alone with him. This has gone too far and you are married. You tell me you love me. It's time to prove it." "I will," was all she said. She then patted my chest with her hand and without looking me in the eye, she left to go to the bedroom. I don't know why but I felt like the bad guy in this. What the hell! I'm the wronged party here folks. It's just that Donna is always the most upbeat person and now she is down. And her being down makes me down. I didn't realize until then how much of my happiness is just reflection off of her joy. I spent the rest of the evening apart from her in my study just fiddling around on the computer not really doing anything productive. Finally, I gave it up and went into the bedroom. She was already asleep and I slipped into bed and joined her in an embrace. We did not make love. Wednesday morning, I woke up early and left for work early. We barely spoke as we got ready for the work day. The day went fast for me since I had been out of the office since Friday morning. I had lots of emails and correspondence to respond to. I got frustrated and left early. Being a salaried employee does have its advantages. I got home around 3:30 and of course Donna was not yet home. I piddled around until she came in the door at 4:30. She was not her usual bubbly self. I felt bad like it was somehow my fault even though I knew I had nothing to feel bad about. Eventually, I drew her out and got her to talk about her day while I cooked chicken breast smothered in Italian sauce and cheese and opened a mediocre bottle of Trebbiano. "I talked to Tom today. I told him I couldn't see him anymore. He was devastated but he said he understood. I think his ex-wife is playing with him. I don't think she's going to take him back. I hope I'm wrong but that's my gut feeling about it. He's feeling very lonely right now." "I don't feel any ill will towards him," I said. "I just have to protect my marriage. That's all. And just so you know, I admit you are right about my working too much. How about we go out Friday night and do something fun?" Donna pretended to smile but didn't have her heart in it. "Sounds good, honey. What do you want to do?" "Whatever you want. I'm in." "OK, I'll think of something." and she drifted off to the bedroom to change out of her work clothes while I finished cooking dinner. I called her when dinner was ready and she came out to eat with me. She didn't say anything but when I saw tears running down her face, she didn't have to verbalize to communicate. She was sad to lose the relationship with Tom. Later in the bedroom, after dinner, she asked me, "Did you mean I couldn't date Tom or couldn't date anyone at all?" "You naughty wife!" I blurted out. Didn't you learn your lesson. Get your bottom over here." And I reached for her, turned her over my knee and spanked her good. "I'll be good. I'll be good," she wailed." The spanking seemed to expunge some sin from her. She acted like it was a terrible thing I did to her but, subconsciously, I think she wanted to be physically punished to atone for her behavior. After I unleashed my emotion via my hand on her butt, I pulled her to me and kissed her with passion. She responded with enthusiasm and I felt that I had her back again. We made love sweetly that night. Donna seemed just a bit more submissive that usual. Thursday and Friday went by quickly and as I drove home after work on Friday I reflected on my life. I had it pretty good really. And Donna was really the best part. I determined to make her feel especially wanted when I got home. Pulling into the driveway, I realized Donna was not yet home. It was only 4:00 so she would probably be along any minute. A few minutes later her car pulled into the garage. "Hi sweetie," I said to her when she came into the kitchen through the door from the garage. "How was your day today?" I asked. "Not so good. The partners lost a big case, I screwed up a legal document, and Tom looks so bad he could pass for suicidal." "So his wife isn't being very friendly, I take it." "It's his ex-wife. She's fucking with his head. And he'll be lucky at this point if she doesn't take him back." "Oh," I said. "Guess I didn't have it so bad today." I pulled Donna to me and held my arms around her. She sighed and held me while I caressed her back and shoulders. After a little while, she looked up at me, smiled and said, "I guess I will keep you after all. You always know how to make me feel better. Thank you." I kissed her tenderly on the forehead and said, "I don't know why you do keep me but I'm glad you do." Donna held onto me tightly, burying her head against my chest. The next few days passed uneventfully and slowly we got back into the old rhythm of husband and wife. Donna's mood seemed to improve a little each day and by the end of a week she was almost back to normal. I came home the Thursday following and told Donna, Henderson was sending us back to Milwaukee. Another screw up, this time Henderson was going himself so It didn't look good frankly. Donna was of course disappointed. She said she might give Jill a call and do something. She was obviously not happy at being abandoned for the weekend again. I left for the airport Friday morning as Donna was going to work. We said our goodbye's and I left in my car. Friday went by in a blur and at about 7:00 PM, sitting in my hotel room, I called Donna to say good night. She didn't answer after about 6 rings. Probably in the tub, I thought. She sometimes took a leisurely bath and shaved her legs so could be tied up awhile. At 8:00 I called her back. Still no answer. Same thing at 10:00 and 11:00. I finally left a scathing message that I regretted as soon as I had sent it but it was done and I went to bed. Saturday morning, I got a call from her. "I'm so sorry, I had my phone on mute and forgot to turn it back up. Jill and I went to ladies night at that little pseudo winery with the jazz band. I should have called but we were having fun and I lost track of time. How is everything going?" "Better than I expected. We might finish tonight or tomorrow. Looks like I'll be flying home tomorrow night sometime." "Good, I'm lonely and I haven't had any sex since Wednesday." "Hey, what a coincidence. I haven't had any since Wednesday, either," I joked back at her. How about we get together and fix that problem?" "It's a date." she quipped. "I have to get back to work, sweetie. I'll call you when I have my flight time." We said our goodbyes then and hung up. My mind gradually got back on work and off of Donna. It was about four that afternoon, when my phone rang. It was Donna. "Hi babe, what's up?" I asked. "I'm worried about Tom. I didn't tell you earlier but he wasn't at work on Friday. Suzie, you know the blond attorney you couldn't quit talking to at the Christmas party, ran into me at the dry cleaners. Well she mentioned that she saw Tom and she said he looked like hell. Hadn't shaved and didn't even acknowledge her when she said hi to him. I'm worried about him. He was so sad about his wife and he didn't take it well when I said I wouldn't see him anymore. What should I do?" "I'm no expert, but I guess it wouldn't hurt for you to call him. You could give him the 800 number for your health plan's mental health hotline. He probably just needs someone to talk to." I was thinking he probably just needs someone to fuck also. But I didn't want his suicide on my hands either. Besides, I trusted Donna to call him without getting involved again. Well, mostly. "Thank you for letting me talk to him. I feel so sorry for him." Donna I knew was going to call him right away so we said goodbye after she had promised to call right back after she talked to Tom. Meanwhile, I had about an hour of work to wrap up. The time passed quickly and we finished at 5:30 and headed to the hotel. We had to spend the night since there wasn't a flight until 10:00 the next morning. I realized I should have gotten a call from Donna by now. It was then the phone rang. "Hi babe, how is he?" "Not good, he's really down. We talked for an hour and then his phone went dead. I'm driving over to see him now. I have to make sure he's ok. What else could I do?" "I guess you're right. We can't have him jumping off a bridge, can we?" I said sarcastically. "What are you going to say or do for him?" "That's not funny. He is very wounded right now. I'm going to do whatever it takes to bring him out of the dark hole that he's in." She had spoken in a level serious voice that I rarely heard. Donna could be determined when she wanted to be. "I know you'll do the right thing," I said. "Gotta go, hon. Here's my exit. I love you." "And I love you," I said back in a serious tone. The line went dead and I was alone in my hotel room. Dinner at the hotel was nice. I sat with two of my fellow workers and we mostly talked about work stuff. My mind kept drifting back to Donna and Tom. I wondered how she was doing with him. It was dark out now, so I hope she had talked him into getting some sleep. Instead of getting some Donna. I felt that familiar burn in my veins. After dinner my companions tried to talk me into going to the infamous Safe House for a martini but I begged off. I told them I was tired. I was of course but mainly I just wanted to be alone. I made my way back to my room, kicked off my shoes, plopped on the bed and clicked the remote. I got absorbed watching a movie with Diane Lane and Richard Gere titled "Unfaithful." Perfect, I thought, a movie on cheating while I wonder what my wife is doing right now. I roused myself. Must have fallen asleep. I looked at the clock. It was 11:00 and still no call from Donna. I checked my phone again just to make sure I hadn't gotten any messages. Damn, there were two messages. The first around 6:00 said I need to talk to U. The second, around 6:30 said, C U tomorrow. I wondered what was going on. Well I guess whatever it was, Donna could handle it. I texted to her Can U talk. After ten minutes had gone by, I realized I was not going to get an answer tonight. She was probably at home asleep anyway by now and I didn't want to wake her up. She hated to answer the phone after she went to sleep. I got up and got a drink of water, took a good long pee and then hit the sack. It would be ok in the morning I told myself. It was not ok in the morning. Chapter 5 I woke up around 7:00 and headed for the shower. It was still a little bit too early to call Donna, even though I was dying to know what was going on. I was out, shaved and dressed by 7:30 and decided to call. The phone rang until I got the recorded message and hung up. Damn the luck, she was probably in the shower about now. I texted a message to her "call me" and went downstairs for breakfast. I ordered the Belgian waffles with two eggs on the side. Breakfast of champions, I thought. I finished, tipped the waiter 20%, and headed back to my room. I called Donna again. Still no answer, so I began to worry. It was now 8:30 and I had to pack and run for the airport to catch the 10:00 am flight. The next 30 minutes were a blur as I threw stuff in my bag, checked out and caught a taxi for the 10 minute ride to the airport. I did the self-check in and was soon moving through the TSA line. By 9:30 I was at the gate just as the boarding call began for group A passengers. I was group C so had about 5 minutes to call Donna. She answered on the third ring. "Hi honey she said," in a subdued tone. "Hi, how is everything going?" "Under control. Tom was just an awful wreck. I think he might have done something really bad if I hadn't got to him when I did. Thank you for letting me go to him." "Of course. I wouldn't want anything ugly to happen. So what happened? Oh, wait. I have to go. I'm boarding now. I'm glad everything is ok and I'll see you when I get home. I love you." "I love you," she said. "I hope everything's ok." "What do you mean?" "I'll tell you when you get home." "Why can't you tell me now?" "I stayed in bed with Tom last night. I ... I thought it was the only way to make sure he was safe. Are you mad?" "We'll talk when I get home," I said as I walked down the ramp to my waiting plane. Although only an hour and a half, it was the longest flight I've ever been on. I replayed the conversation with Donna in my head about a hundred times. She said she stayed in bed with him, she didn't say she had sex with him. Maybe not a big difference to some but it was important to me. I remembered back to when we were first dating in college. I think it might have been our second or third or fourth date, she stayed overnight in my apartment and we cuddled together under the blankets until we fell asleep. We never did more than kiss but it was one of the best nights of my life. It was the night I fell in love with her. We shared secrets about our innermost desires and fears. I loved her so much back then. And I still do. Eventually my flight touched down in St. Louis and I headed for the shuttle to the long term parking lot. Forty-Five minutes later, I was pulling into my driveway. It was about 1:00 and I was hungry. But more than that I wanted to see my wife. Donna's car was gone. I walked into the house from the garage and looked around for a note or anything. No note but I found the sheets in the bedroom wet with sex smell. There was a candle stub left on the nightstand, two wine glasses and some of her clothes strewn around the room. A blind man could reconstruct this crime scene. I sat on the bed and held my head in my hands. I felt sorry for myself for being so stupid to allow Donna to "date" in the first place. It's true that men and women can't be friends. They were made to mate with each other. I then started to feel a little bit sad for Donna. Wonderful, bubbly Donna was so distraught and ashamed she couldn't face me. That's the only reason she isn't here waiting for me. I dialed her. "Hello," she answered. "Are you home yet?" "I'm home alright." My answer told her I knew what she had been up to last night. "Do you want me home? Or should I just stay away?" she asked quietly. "Home. I want you home." "OK, I'll be there in twenty minutes or so." I was tired so I kicked off my shoes, moved the covers over and lay down on my bed. I stayed over on the side that wasn't too wet although somehow it seemed the entire mattress had been permeated with wet sex juice. It didn't seem to matter as I tried to compose the words I would say to Donna. But nothing seemed to come to me. I couldn't find the words. After an eternity I heard the garage door open and a minute later, I heard her walking into the kitchen. She called out my name and I answered, "I'm in the bedroom." She must have grimaced at that. Returning to the scene of the crime. She came into the bedroom and without saying a word, stood by the doorway facing me with her head down. Without hesitation, I got up from the bed, walked over to her and pulled her gently into my arms. I began to nuzzle her neck and kiss her cheek as she silently dripped tears down her face. I sighed and then she sighed. We both started to speak at once, and then I said "you first." "I was bad." "Maybe," I said non-committedly. "Why don't you just tell me what happened." "I think you can see what happened," she said with a sharp tone. "Do I have to spell it out?" "I just want to know what happened, Donna. Now tell me about last night." She sat on the edge of the bed and began her account. "I don't know what to say. I went over to his house and at first he didn't even want to talk to me. I made him open up and he let me in. So then we just talked about how sometimes life sucks and I told him he was just in a rough patch but it would get better. I hugged him and he said thanks that really made him feel better that maybe somebody cares. I told him lots of people care but I just happened to be the one here with him at the moment. "That got him talking about how he doesn't do good with women and now he's lost his wife and me the only two women in his life that he thought were special to him. Then he started to cry in my arms like a baby. Finally I told him, that's it mister, we're going. You're coming over to my place and I'm going to fix us something to eat. So I made him get in my car and we came home." "Well, I can pretty much see what happened then. Where do we stand Donna?" "Like I told you. Tom was so depressed, I just did everything I could think of to cheer him up. I fixed us dinner with a glass of wine. I thought that would help. That made him feel a little better, and then I suggested we stay up and watch old movies. That sounded good to him but then I suggested he needed to bathe first, and shave." So I filled the tub with hot water and told him to get in. He just took off his clothes and got in the tub. He seemed to relax in the water and just lay his head back and closed his eyes. That's when I collected his clothes and put them in the washer. I came back in and he was still in the tub so I knelt down and told him to lean forward. I soaped up a washcloth and began to scrub his back. I just wanted him to feel loved and cared for. After he finished bathing and shaving, I put him in our bed and he fell asleep. It wasn't about sex. He just needed to be cared for and loved. I tidied up things a little and then I decided I was tired and wanted sleep. I took a shower first, then dried off and slid in bed next to him. It just seemed so natural. Almost like I was sliding into bed with you. I spooned up next to him and fell asleep. We didn't have sex until this morning. I woke up first and just snuggled up to him to keep warm. I tickled his back and gently rubbed his body. Eventually he woke up and whispered "thank you" to me. I just squeezed him tight and told him "you're welcome." After a few minutes he rolled over on his back, pulling me towards him with his arm. I instinctively reach my arm over his body and stroked his chest and stomach. We just lay like that for the longest time, touching and holding each other. I was dying to know if Tom was aroused so I accidentally on purpose moved my hand down lower till I found his erection in my hand. "Someone's feeling better," I said to him. He smiled and yawned, then rolled over on top of me. He pinned my arms down and kissed my neck and nuzzled against me. At first I told him we shouldn't be doing that but he wouldn't let me up. He lay between my legs holding me down and he kept both of my arms pinned over my head. I couldn't do anything at that point except let him have me. It was torture to feel him loving my body and knowing I would have to tell you about it later. I'm sorry," she said in her little girl voice. "Sounds like he forced himself on you." "Maybe. I think maybe I wanted him to though. Kinda like if he forced himself on me, it wouldn't be my decision. Then I wouldn't have so much guilt." "Then why do you feel so guilty?" "Because I've been a naughty, naughty girl," she said as she looked slyly up at me. "Oh, you've been naughty all right. The question is what to do with you." "You could hold me and love me. Then we can go from there," her little girl voice offered. I moved over to her facing her where she sat on the bed. Not saying a word, I pushed her shoulders back pinning her to the bed. I looked her over deliberately taking my time to inspect her body up and down. Reaching down under her dress, I slid her panties down her ankles, pulling them off. Kneeling on the floor in front of her I gently pulled her knees apart and leaned forward, inspecting her matted pubic hair. Strangely, the thing I had most feared didn't really upset me. Instead, her messy wet pussy lips looked beautiful at that exact moment. The strong scent between her legs seemed to tell me that not only had she fucked Tom, she had enjoyed it immensely. I licked my tongue on her clitoris, tentatively at first, then with more pressure. Donna didn't say anything, but her breathing quickened just a little. I then lapped slowly up and down the full length of her sex opening, letting my hands push her legs apart with more force. She groaned and moved her legs far her back against her body. I licked her up and down several more times as she started to pant. Abruptly then, I stood up, unbuckled my pants, kicked them off and went for it. I was so hard at this point and she was so wet I went right in. I pounded hard into Donna, letting my anger at her and erotic feelings express themselves all at once. After about ten strokes, I came in her, adding my semen to her lover's earlier deposit. "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eeeh, OOHHHH!!" she screamed as I filled her opening. We stopped motionless then, looking into each other's eyes, wondering what was happening, where was our relationship headed. After a moment, I laid down on her kissing her softly at first, then more needy, then softly stopping. I held her and we didn't move, afraid to change the moment, afraid to lose something. The moment of intimacy passed. I quipped, "Well, I see he didn't stretch you too much." "It wasn't for lack of trying. Damn thing was really big," she fired back. "Liar, I bet he's four inches, tops. And besides, if he was that big you'd be too sore for sex with me." "Sweetie, know that I love you like no other, but his cock was huge and I have personally never had one that big inside me. I felt filled up like I've never felt before. And for the record, I WAS sore. It's just that I would never turn you down, especially not now, not after last night..." as her voice trailed off. "Hey, want to go get some ice cream?" I asked. She looked at me strangely. Then tearing up she said, "Yes." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it!
  3. Dear all, hope you enjoy this somewhat lengthy story by me... all feedback and comments welcomed... My phone let off a buzz, notifying me of an incoming text. One that I was eagerly anticipating. I glanced down at my phone and saw Master’s name, with the message “Pet, it is on today. Get ready.” along with it. I feel my cock (or as Master refers to it, my clit) tingle with excitement. “Babe, was that G?” my wife asks from the other room. “Yes dear, he is coming over.” "Alright, I better get ready - you should too.” My preparation for Master’s arrival is simple: I strip myself completely of all clothing, kneel at the door with a tray in my hands presenting Master with a glass of iced water and a hot espresso. I remove every item of clothing, stripping down to my bare nature. I love the sensation of being naked, especially now that I am completely hairless from my brow and below. Master’s instructions. Waxed, and not shaved in fact. That is always an interesting experience, going to the salon to get the treatment done. Most times I am required to keep my cockcage on when I am getting waxed (other times, a buttplug occupies my other orifice), but it is on this rare occasion that Master allows me to carry the key with me in case the therapists insist on me taking it off to aid access to my crotch area. Apart from that exception, my wife wears the key to my cage around her ankle or her neck. The key signifies the ownership of Master of both my wife and I - and I love it. I am at the door, kneeling with the tray in my hand and plug up my butthole (or my pussy - again a phrase coined by Master). I feel my clit struggling to get aroused, pressing against the solid silicon material (a much better alternative than my usual metal cage - gulp!). I hear a car pulling up into our driveway, then a clinging of keys and the front door opening. “Hello, pet.” “Yes Master.” He takes a sip of his coffee, and then a sip of his water. Master lifts my head by my chin, “Are you ready for me to fuck your wife, my darling whore?” “Yes Master, thank you Master.” My lips are trembling. I am completely subdued - a far cry from my “normal self.” Master chuckles, and I hear my wife coming down the steps. “Darling, you are here.” “Yes my sexy thing.” They embrace and share a kiss - a meeting of lips with a subtle brush of tongues. My wife is dressed comfortably in a silk robe (I know she is naked underneath) but she has some mild makeup on. Without the “cakey” effect, but enough to see that she put in a bit of effort. The robe goes down to just below her butt cheeks, and her legs are accentuated by the 5’ heels that she is wearing. Master loves it when she is in heels (and so do I). Master leads my wife into the living room, hand on her hip. “Pet, come along now.” I rise to my feet and eagerly follow. Master sits himself down on the couch and instructs my wife “Get the collar.” He turns to me, “Kneel, cucky boy. Hands behind your back.” I comply, followed by the leather collar along with a leash attached to my neck. My wife hands the end of the leash to Master as she joins him on the couch. They embrace, and their mouths meet. Passionately gnawing away at each other. Making slurping noises. I love watching them kiss. My clit protests against the cage. Master reaches into the robe, parts it slightly and has one hand on her tits. She lets out a soft moan - pacified by Master’s tongue in her mouth. Her hands start exploring his chest, his groin, then his crotch. She unbuckles his pants, pulls them down. Master disrobes her completely - she is so sexy with nothing except her heels on. The next thing that goes is Master’s shirt. I love seeing the contrast of bodies - my wife’s smooth Asian complexion against Master’s older, hairier, Caucasian body. They press against each other, my wife rubbing her tits against Master’s chest and her cunt brushing against the head of his hardening cock. He withdraws, and tugs at my leash. I crawl across to them, hungry to be a part of the action; hoping I get to be a part of it. Master repositions himself on the couch. His knees are resting on the seat, butt out and I know what is coming. “Get to work, sissy,” I take a deep breathe and wet my lips, and my mouth goes onto Master’s ass crack. I tongue the hairy trench, with one hand stroking the shaft of his tool and another gently rubbing his balls. Master groans and lets out a “Oh yeah..” I am pleased. I am pleasing Master. I have practiced a lot so that I could improve to impress. My wife encourages me, her hand is on my head guiding the pressure and speed to wish I lick out Master’s butt crack. Master’s tool is rock solid. His body doesn’t seem that firm due to his age, but his cock is as stiff as iron. I spent about 5 minutes performing my duty, then I feel Master’s body shifting. He sits back on the couch, balls resting on the cushion and cock pointing north. He has his hand wrapped around my neck, and pushes me towards his jewels. He nods at my wife, and gestures towards his cock. I caress Master’s balls with my tongue, and on top of me my wife licks the head of his cock first - going in a circular motion. After a certain moisture build up, she gorges down on that shaft; taking it deep down her throat. Master’s cock and balls are now glistening with our spit, he pulls me up to join my wife at the shaft. She goes down, allowing the head to rest at the back of her throat, then withdraws. I go in next, taking his rod into my mouth - trying to get it all the way to my throat. My gag reflex activates much easier then my wife’s. I need more practice. We continue sucking for a while, before proceeding to do a bit of teamwork. We kiss momentarily. Then we both envelope Master’s cock head in our lips, and we slide up and down his shaft together in synchronised movements. Master’s pleasure intensifying - expressed by his loud groans. The action changes up a bit. He instructs her to sit on the couch. He pulls my leash and then pushes my head down to my wife’s cunt. I do not object and go face first and on all fours into her cunt. I love giving oral worship, but I will be honest - I prefer sucking dick more than eating pussy. That is what Master’s conditioning has done to me. As I eat her pussy out, I feel the buttplug in my pussy being withdrawn - and I brace myself for what comes next. I hear a spitting sound, followed by a feeling of moisture building up in my assho- , my pussy. I feel the tip of his cock rubbing the spit in, and slowly at first… he pushes in. I arch my back and my neck props upwards a bit, I let out a soft moan. I have learnt to moan in a more effeminate manner - Master’s preference again. I feel the walls of my bunghole slowly accepting the rock solid tool - my clit’s pressure against the cage so great that it feels like my clit would either snap or the cage will burst. Master pumps into me slowly at first, and I continue to eat my wife out. My wife’s pussy crashing against my face, and Master pounding away from behind. I am in some sort of cuckolding-sissy-sandwich heaven. My pussy was stretched by the plug, making it so much more accommodating for Master’s cock. The intensity of the moment. I almost feel my clit “leaking” - I am beyond fucking aroused. In one swift motion, Master tugs at my leash, withdraws from my pussy and stands up. He reaches into a nearby drawer and pulls out a “pluggable” 8” dildo (the number of times I have felt nervous when guests came over and they sit really close to that drawer). He places it on the floor, and tells me to ride it. I am disappointed, I want Master’s cock - but I will not complain nor disobey. I position myself on the dildo, it is a bit dry - I use my spit to remedy that. My wife looks intoxicated - I know she wants Master’s cock. Master sits on the couch while she climbs onto him. She lowers herself onto his cock, and begins riding him like there is no tomorrow. I am riding my dildo like there’s no tomorrow. I want to see them in action, but at the same time the sensation of a rubbery toy in my asshole is also an inviting sensation - one that causes me to close my eyes and writhe in pleasure. Up and down we are both bobbing. My wife and I. On the respective rods. Master is close to cumming. I hear his breathing getting heavier and heavier. Heaving almost. My wife has worked up a real sweat getting pounded like that. “Get up, I want to cum in your mouth.” My wife obliges. “Come here, sissy. Leave that for a moment.” Obedience is the only option. Master gets my wife on her knees, and he does a little “half-squat.” I know what he wants. My wife’s mouth on his cock, mine on his asshole. Yes Master, Yes Daddy. His asshole is salty now - from the sweat no doubt. But I am not complaining. I have learnt to appreciate that that is the taste and scent of an Alpha male. Master beats his cock furiously, while I keep a steady pace working on his crack. I feel his butt cheeks tightening - then he shoots his load. My wife’s mouth is open, trying to catch each drop. It splatters onto her face a little bit on her upper chest, but Master unloads most of it onto her mouth. “Share it with your husband darling.” My wife grins and comes towards me. We kiss. Our tongues rubbing against one another, the cum shifting into my mouth as well. Some of it escape, dripping onto the tiled floor (yes, thankfully it is tiles and not the carpet). We kiss passionately, I am hungrier for the cum more than my wife’s mouth quite frankly. Before anymore goes to waste, I swallow. She does the same. “You need a reward.” Master says. I wished it was to me, but I know it isn’t. Master lays my wife on her back, he will feast on her cunt till she cums. That is the kind of lover Master is for my wife: considerate and unselfish. “As for you cuck, ride that dildo till your wife cums.” Fuck. I need to cum. I whimper in protest. But I obey nonetheless. I want so badly to rub my clit till I spill, and I translate that frustration and desperation onto the dildo. Master eats my wife out wholeheartedly, and in a short moment she cums. Her back arches upwards and neck backwards. Master is so good with his mouth. They like and embrace each other, while I am still riding the dildo. The air is permeated with the sound of them taking deep breaths while cuddling, and the slapping and slicking sound of me riding the dildo almost seems out of place. Master looks towards me. “Stop. The clean up the mess on the floor.” I let out another whimper and crawl towards the blotches of cum on the floor and start licking it up. My wife giggles, amused at what a obedient sissy I have become. “Should we let your husband cum?” My wife looks at me first - licking up Master’s remaining spunk - then looks back at him… “Hmmmmmm…"