Kelly Gets Even - 4 by Joe (vpriv@aol.com)

***

The past few months have been non eventful for Kelly 
and me, except that she has stopped shaving her sweet 
pussy. But last night at her office party, my "old 
girlfriend" made an unexpected appearance. Kelly was 
furious, but with more than one surprise guest in 
attendance, she found herself prepared. Throughout the 
evening, she supplied me with a few unpleasant 
surprises of her own. (MF, wife, voy, intr, cuck, 
huml)

***

PART 4

Earlier this evening we unexpectedly had Kelly's 
fourth "getting-even fantasy fulfillment."

For those of you that don't know our circumstances, 
let me explain. When my wife Kelly found out that I'd 
had a brief affair, she offered me two choices. Either 
she would divorce me, or she "will be allowed to get 
even" with me. I had no idea what that meant, but it 
sounded like a better alternative than splitting up.

At 44, she is still beautiful and very sexy. She 
continues to have an attractive, seductive way about 
her. She's 5'5", nice firm 35-inch breasts with large 
sensitive nipples. Her hips are slightly larger than 
when we married, but they are still very shapely and 
tight. She had taken enormous pride in the fact that 
prior to our dating and subsequent marriage, she had 
had sex with only 2 other very lucky guys.

Kelly had practiced fidelity and faithfulness 
throughout our relationship. She had expected the same 
from me. I hadn't. And I got caught. So now, with our 
new-formed arrangement, the number of her sexual 
fantasies and adventures is rapidly expanding.

***

Her first "get-even, fantasy fulfillment" happened 
eight months ago. She arranged to have sex with me in 
the room, but not with me. Simply put, she fucked 
another guy, and she made me be there, blindfolded. 
She also made me participate in various ways. (Kelly 
Starts to Get Even.) The lucky bastard was the first 
guy besides me to enjoy her beautiful body since we 
got together over 15 years ago.

She had her next foray into sexual adventures a month 
later. That evening Kelly made her intentions 
perfectly clear. She made me choose the next guy who 
would get on top of her as she spread her legs! 
Contributing to her (our?) excitement, in the end she 
honestly didn't know if one guy or two guys fucked her 
that evening. (Kelly Gets Even No.2)

As she strolled back home the next morning, she was a 
sore and slightly embarrassed as she told me her 
story. However, she managed to laugh and tell me, 
"Until we got together 15 years ago, I had only had 
two lovers. Now, just the past month the number of 
guys who've I let screw me has at least doubled. And 
I'm doing it while being a married woman! As your 
wife. How's that feel?"

Her third adventure happened five months ago. That day 
Kelly had me "service" a friend of hers. Lori was an 
attractive married woman in her mid thirties. It came 
as a surprise to us both (but a happy one for Kelly) 
that Lori had a very hairy, untrimmed pussy. And at 
Kelly's request, prior to our "get together" Lori had 
been freshly fucked. By a black man, it turned out. 
(Kelly Gets Even No.3)

***

Since our day with Lori, things have pretty much 
returned to normal except that Kelly has stopped 
shaving and trimming the hair between her legs. She's 
gotten quite hairy. She made her decision for three 
different reasons.

The first was a racy comment made by the roommate of 
her "pick up fuck buddy" from her second adventure. 
After Kelly had gone home with Leonard, his roommate 
got to enjoy a quick peek at her naked body. He had 
heard Kelly and Leonard screwing for over an hour; he 
told Leonard that he would appreciate a quick peek at 
the middle-aged woman who could have sex like that. 
When he saw that she only had a little strip of pubic 
hair, he remarked, "If she really likes taking her 
husband a used pussy, she should stop shaving. Take 
him home a good hairy beaver to munch on next time. 
I'll bet he'd never forget the taste and smell of that 
thing." After a few days, Kelly began to like his 
crude idea.

The second reason had been watching my startled 
reaction at seeing Lori's abundant bush. Kelly told me 
that it also was an unexpected turn on for her. When 
Lori lowered her panties, it was obvious she hadn't 
trimmed her bush in years. Kelly loved forcing my head 
between Lori's furry thighs. She especially enjoyed 
the thought of my eating the dry, matted cum stuck to 
Lori's used, hairy, pussy lips.

But there was a third reason she stopped shaving, the 
most important to her. She knows how much I love to 
lick her nice, smooth, hairless pussy lips. After all, 
that was the reason that she had shaved them daily for 
the past 15 years. To remind me how she could deny me 
the joys of her sweet shaven pussy, she ended her 
shaving.

For the first few weeks, the new growth created some 
discomfort for both of us. I don't particularly like 
eating her fuzzy muff. The hairs tickle my face. And 
the growing hairs made Kelly's crotch itch constantly.

But after a month, as her pubic hair grew longer and 
thicker, the itching subsided. Now, near the end of 
the fourth month, the hair became so long and thick 
that she started to enjoy the new, unfamiliar look and 
feel between her legs. She also enjoys the reaction of 
friends and others who get a view of her midsection 
when she wears her new "French cut" swimsuit. Part of 
the mat always creeps out from under the fabric, quite 
visibly with that new suit. She especially likes 
watching the effect the creepage has on the teenage 
boys down at the marina. The reactions are quite 
obvious in their tight swimsuits.

The twisted delight of knowing that she could make me 
clean her bush any time she wants helps keep her 
constantly aroused. She knows that when I bury my head 
between her thighs, I have to pull her hairy pussy 
lips apart just to get to her slit. Kelly knows that 
she can make me eat my sticky, freshly deposited cum 
out of her hairy crotch at her discretion.

But other than her not shaving, our sex life had 
become rather non-eventful, at least until just a few 
hours ago.

***

Kelly is a mid-level executive at a privately held 
corporation. She has outstanding organizational skills 
and an eye for creating a unique, stimulating 
environment. Her corporate office party was scheduled 
for this evening. The owner put her in charge so that 
things would be done right, even though planning and 
overseeing such a party is well outside her normal 
duties and normally would fall by someone far below 
her in the company.

As we were getting dressed for the evening, Kelly made 
sure that I got glimpse of her beautiful breasts. She 
also flashed me her undies. She giggled and said, 
"Honey, look what's peeking from my new white thong... 
if you're a good boy, maybe I'll have ya bury your 
head down there later... before we make love, and then 
if you fuck me hard enough, I might make ya clean me 
up after..."

Kelly gave me a seductive wink and finished getting 
ready.

To be sure all of the finishing touches for the party 
had been completed to her satisfaction, she left the 
house an hour before the expected arrival of the 
guests. I drove to the party a couple of hours later.

The party was absolutely great. Old friends, music, 
great food, and the adult beverages were being 
consumed at a rapid pace. The atmosphere was perfect. 
The old building housing the event was warm and rustic 
compared to the stoic places they'd been in before 
Kelly planned them.

My wife had done an outstanding job. She arranged for 
her favorite caterer. A group that had been a huge hit 
two years earlier. She also arranged for one of the 
premier local DJ's. With a subtle grin, she mentioned 
that he was a guy that we'd heard of...

***

The food, the music, the location, the entire party 
was absolutely perfect... until "my old girlfriend" 
showed up. Monica had come with the caterers. When I 
saw her, I remembered that she was a friend with one 
of the partners in that outfit. Apparently she had 
asked to come with them under the pretense of wanting 
to see firsthand what these corporate events were 
really like.

But I immediately knew that she had very different 
motives. Monica had invited herself with two 
objectives. One was to humiliate Kelly. The other was 
to embarrass me. To make us feel as awkward and 
uncomfortable as possible.

Kelly's a very private person, a well-respected member 
of her team. So when "my old girlfriend" caught her 
eye, Kelly couldn't show her shock and anger. None of 
her colleagues knows of my infidelity, and Kelly is 
determined to keep it that way.

A few moments after noticing Monica, Kelly excused 
herself from our small group. I knew that she was more 
than a little pissed off. She calmly walked to the 
bar. I was relieved to see her laughing as she chatted 
with a couple of the guys from her department. Then 
she turned my way and motioned to tell me that she was 
going to use the restroom. I watched her sexy ass as 
she swayed down the hall toward the facilities. I 
noticed a couple of the other fellows watching her 
too...

Five minutes went by, then ten. Finally, after fifteen 
minutes Kelly returned. As she sat down next to me, 
she grabbed my hand and guided it under the table. I 
then felt her put something in it. Something damp. 
When I looked in my hand, I realized it was her thong.

She smiled sweetly and whispered to me, "That little 
bitch makes me just as hot as she does you... just in 
a different way... so to relieve some of my urges I 
decided to go and have a little fun... smell behind my 
ears... I just had some of my wet pussy juice put 
there... by some very large, talented fingers... don't 
you say a damn thing... just watch the reaction I get 
when I dance. Just imagine how much fun the fingers' 
owner had helping me out of my thong and adding to my 
perfume. You just sit there and imagine how much fun I 
had having this taken off... but if you ask any 
questions, I'll have some guys do a lot more than just 
remove my thong. Just hope I don't get any more 
angry."

She abruptly stood up and refilled our drinks. She 
brought me back a glass of Jack, straight, without 
rocks. She had switched to drinking screwdrivers; I 
knew that I was about to be in deep, deep, shit. Kelly 
rarely drinks liquor, but when she does she often 
becomes an extremely sarcastic bitch.

And her hormones become elevated to an almost 
uncontrollable level.

***

Then Kelly glanced across the room and saw her 
uninvited guest again. I knew she was becoming more 
and more agitated and that she was caught in a place 
where she couldn't let her emotions be visible. Only 
she, Monica, and I knew what those were.

A moment later Kelly subtly slid her hand down my arm 
and grabbed my hand. As she did, she squeezed it so 
tight that my wedding ring painfully mashed into the 
two adjacent fingers. Then, while turning ever so 
slightly, she "accidentally" stomped on the insole of 
my foot. In her sarcastic voice she announced, "The 
screwdriver. My, this drink certainly is appropriately 
named."

I had told "my old girlfriend" that Kelly didn't want 
our issues becoming public knowledge. Yet about an 
hour after arriving, she brazenly walked over to where 
we were standing. Somehow, she managed to stand 
between Kelly and me. She occasionally injected 
herself into the conversation, making just a few brief 
comments, but ones with strong sexual innuendos. 
Cleverly disguised innuendoes that only Kelly and I 
understood. Kelly was absolutely furious!

***

A moment later Kelly grabbed my hand and led me down 
one of the empty halls. We went into one of the 
bedrooms, and she quietly shut the door. Knowing that 
we were where no one could hear or see us, she turned 
and threw her arms around me. Then she sat on one of 
the beds, laid back, spread her legs, and began to run 
her fingers through her lush bush, pulling at the long 
hair and revealing her uncovered hairy, wet, fragrant 
pussy.

Needless to say, I was shocked.

She leaned up on her elbows and whispered, "Baby, you 
know how much I love you, but tonight has crossed the 
line... so look here, motherfucker...you had to have 
known that there was a chance that little bitch could 
show up here. Damn you! If I had known, I could have 
changed caterers. So ya know what, Hubby dearest, 
we're going to go out there and put on our little 
happy faces. We're going to pretend to enjoy the rest 
of the evening. But oh baby, I think that tonight, 
tonight I'm going to arrange a little surprise for 
us."

With that she got up, pulled her dress down, and we 
headed back down the hallway. When we got back to the 
main ballroom, we found that Monica was gone. What a 
huge relief for both of us! Still as we made our way 
among the guests, I could tell that Kelly was very 
upset, and I didn't blame her.

***

Before we reached our table, one of her colleagues 
asked her to dance. She grabbed his hand. As she 
started dragging him to the dance floor, she turned 
her head and gave me a huge smile and waved and 
mouthed, "Watch me." I sat and looked for the next 
hour as she danced with four different guys. She was 
like a magnet. They would start to dance, and she 
would pull each one close so that he would smell the 
erotic scent behind her ears. As soon as he reacted to 
that, she would start rubbing her hips into his.

She especially seemed to enjoy her slow dances with 
one of the cocky young new marketing guys. He subtly 
rubbed her ass and smiled toward me as he took 
advantage of the opportunity to hold my beautiful 
wife. I watched as she put her lips next to his ear. 
Judging by his reaction, he liked what he heard and 
what he smelled. She gave the same sexy treatment to 
each of the four.

Later, she came over to me and asked me to dance. The 
set included two slow ones. With Kelly hugging me a 
little closer than normal, we made our way around the 
floor. Her obvious intention was to make it appear 
that we were a happy couple. But while dancing, she 
was whispering sarcastic, very graphic, erotic words 
to me. She sighed as she reminded me of the details of 
her previous "fantasy fulfillment" episodes.

She was taking particular delight in humiliating me. 
She laughed and said, "Guess who else is here? 
Remember your first taste of cock... the morning I 
blindfolded you... remember what a huge dick he has... 
how I made you suck it...and my reaction to how good 
his dick felt in my tight little married cunt? Well 
Baby... he's here tonight, too."

She laughed before rubbing in the next one, "But he 
isn't the one who I had take my thong off... don't ask 
any questions... just hold me... knowing that earlier 
I let one of these men see and play with me... think 
about how I intentionally went down that hall with 
him... knowing that I was going to show him my 
pussy... I wanted him to take my thong off... I wanted 
you to be here in the next room while he did...I hope 
that you like that your wife, me, I had another guy 
help me start getting undressed for the evening..." No 
one in particular, just the first drunk I met as I 
walked down the hall,

She continued, "The funny thing is that I hate the 
bastard, the drunken fool, you should have seen the 
look on his face when I told him to get on his knees. 
It was beautiful. As I pulled my dress up, he pulled 
my thong down, with his teeth, I loved feeling him 
breathing hard, I just stood there holding my dress 
up, then I spread my legs and let him finger me for a 
minute, then I made him stop. He'd gotten a good 
coating on his fingers, so I had him rub it behind my 
ears. I could sense his frustration as he leaned 
forward to get one last good smell. When he did, I 
felt his tongue snake its way toward my slit. I 
laughed as I thought he's just getting me ready for 
later. You should have seen the pitiful look on his 
face when I stepped back. The fucking bastard, I never 
liked him, no worries, he's so drunk he'll never 
remember."

She ended with, "I loved leaving him hard and 
frustrated. Just like I'm going to leave you here 
tonight. You hard yet?" She ground her hips against me 
a little to check for herself.

We continued to dance. She seductively rubbed her body 
against mine. I knew it was going to be a night when 
her intention was to humiliate me. But strangely, 
halfway through the second song, I felt my cock 
starting to harden. I knew that she was hoping that 
would happen because she slowly reached down and 
squeezed it. And she kept squeezing, harder and 
harder, so hard that I thought that I would pass out!

Maintaining her vise-like grip and smiling, she said, 
"After seeing your little bitch here tonight, I'm 
going to get mine and plenty of it! I don't know who, 
what, or where, maybe I'll let you know, maybe I'll 
leave it up to your imagination. Just think about that 
for a while."

***

We finished dancing the remainder of the set and made 
the obligatory rounds. Kelly appeared energized by 
socializing with her contemporaries. At times, she 
made it a point to tell me to retrieve another round 
of drinks for her friends. Then I noticed that she 
appeared to be flirting with several of the guys,

She was the center of a vortex. The guys absolutely 
wouldn't leave her alone. She danced some more with 
the cocky young marketing guy. I gritted my teeth and 
watched as he handled her body again. When they 
turned, she looked me in the eye and winked. She then 
repeated the process with two other colleagues.

***

To my relief, when her dancing ended, we sat at a 
table with two other executives and their wives. My 
pain had subsided, and I started to joke with the 
other guys. They had had more than enough to drink. 
One of the guys complained, " I'm still a hot young 
stud, but the little filly doesn't allow our sex life 
to be what it was when we got married."

Even at such a juvenile comment, everybody was 
compelled to laugh. Everyone but Kelly. When one of 
the older gals noticed Kelly's stoic looks, she looked 
at my beautiful wife and cattily said, "Well then, how 
'bout you, Miss Kelly? Things still get a little 
steamy, a little damp, over at your house?"

Everybody laughed. Everyone except Kelly. Smiling, she 
replied, "I'm very happy about where our relationship 
is. And if you really must know, things are great. 
We're doing things that I'd never imagined." As they 
turned toward me, I could only smile back at her. 
Then, in a drunken stupor, one of the guys awkwardly 
leaned over to give me a high five. They all laughed. 
Except Kelly. She sat and glared at me with one of her 
sarcastic smiles.

Telling us that she needed to pay the caterers, she 
gracefully excused herself, but on the way, she 
whispered to me that she had paid them in advance. As 
Kelly walked away, she turned and smiled at me again, 
leaving me to wonder where she actually was going.

***

The table was silent for a moment, then the others got 
up to dance. Left alone, I went and refilled my drink. 
Twice. About twenty minutes later Kelly returned. She 
smiled and leaned over and kissed me. I was surprised 
because it was so out of character for her to show 
affection in public. As our lips were pressed 
together, I noticed that her kiss tasted a little 
different. When she pulled away, she looked me in the 
eye and gave me one of her famous sarcastic looks.

Her boss, who was sitting at our table, gave us a 
questioning look. He announced that he and his wife 
wanted to dance. With a quick grin, Kelly promptly 
asked what songs they would like to hear. The 'ol 
farts' came up with different selections. However, a 
drink or two later they agreed on two old rocks and 
two sappy slow ones.

Kelly left our table and took the list up to the DJ. 
After a minute or two, I looked over and noticed that 
they were laughing. More than a few of us recognized 
that the hired DJ and Kelly, an executive, were 
exhibiting some pretty strong erotic body language. In 
fact, their actions appeared to suggest that they were 
familiar and maybe a little too comfortable.

As I watched, my thoughts were interrupted when one of 
the wives, not knowing that I could hear, whispered to 
her friend, "How unbelievably sexy that Leon is. He's 
absolutely making my panties wet. Watch the way he 
moves back there behind the mike. Those huge black 
hands, those gyrating hips, yummy. I bet that guy can 
keep a girl happy. I've heard stories that he has 
slept with more than a few white gals, leaving each of 
them sore and satisfied and wanting more. Do you ever 
fantasize about that type of thing? Every girl does."

Suddenly, I developed a huge knot in my stomach. I 
remembered that Kelly's friend Lori, the slut whose 
used pussy Kelly made me lick, had mentioned a DJ 
named Leon. I attempted to shrug it off. I hoped that 
Kelly wasn't up there talking with him and savoring 
the description of that cock that had almost ripped 
Lori apart.

But then as the thought crossed my mind, for some very 
strange reason, I found myself actually smiling with 
envy at Leon. I remembered Lori describing their 
evening, especially the details about his big cock.

I desperately hoped that Kelly wouldn't notice my 
reaction.

Then one of the 'ol gals let out a long, fake moan. 
She whispered, "When I was in college, I used to see a 
black guy. You know, on the side, of course. My 
friends would have killed me if they'd found out. But 
I'll tell ya, it was my best sex ever. He could go all 
day and all night." The other woman looked away and 
told her that she was disgusting.

I had to laugh, to myself and at myself. I thought, 
"You fuck'n old prudes; you have no idea what 
disgusting is. If you had half a clue what Kelly has 
made me do, making me be there when she fucked a guy, 
making me ask another guy to take her home, making me 
lick and eat the hairy cunt of her friend who'd just 
been fucked. You naive 'ol bitches, you have no idea 
what disgusting is!!!"

Kelly stayed with the DJ a few minutes longer. Then, 
with a huge, glowing smile, she returned to our table. 
At that moment, I knew Leon was the guy. Kelly smiled 
one of her sarcastic smile; she knew that I had 
figured it out.

***

Kelly grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor 
again. As we approached the dancing area, for one of 
the few times since adolescence, I was hoping that I 
didn't get a hard on! Kelly molded into my arms. I 
thought "Oh no, here we go again." But I was relieved 
when my cock didn't expand as she caressed me. I 
wasn't providing her opportunity to painfully squeeze 
it again. Internally I chuckled. I was proud of myself 
because I wasn't getting hard. (I know, how fucked up 
is that!)

While the dancing continued, she snuggled up close to 
me. I was beginning to hope that maybe she was 
reconsidering her earlier comments. I figured that 
since she'd already let a guy take her thong off, that 
maybe she was through for the evening. With her head 
on my shoulder, I continually smelled the familiar 
odor of her juices on her neck. She kept rubbing her 
pelvis against mine. She leaned back and kissed me 
again.

Then she chuckled, "Taste something familiar?" I 
replied that her kisses did taste different, but that 
I thought it was from her drinking screwdrivers.

She whispered "You dumb ass. I told you that I had 
paid the caterers in advance. Where did you think I 
went?"

When I didn't answer, she smiled and told me, "That's 
the taste of cum on my breath. When ya'll thought I 
was paying the caterers, I snuck back to the bedroom 
again, with our special friend, the guy whose cock you 
sucked. That's what you taste baby!"

Stunned, I looked at her, and she continued, "When I 
asked him to meet me back there, I had every intention 
of having him fuck me right there, with all of my 
fellow workers, and of course you, just down the hall. 
The idea has been turning me on all night, so I asked 
him to follow me. When we got back there, I shut the 
door. He was rubbing my ass as he gave me a nice long 
kiss. Then he figured out that I didn't have my 
panties on."

"He ordered me to lie on the bed. No biggie for me. I 
lay down with my head hanging over the edge, looking 
right at the growing budge in his pants. I wanted to 
watch as he unzipped and let me see that beautiful 
cock again. I hoped that he was just going to get on 
me and fuck me, but as I pulled my dress up, I also 
pulled my legs up and spread them, showing him my new 
hair. He let out a long moaning gasp. Unzipping his 
pants, he laughed and said that there must be a story 
behind me growing my abundant bush. He recalled that 
when the three of us were together that I had hairless 
lips."

"When his pants fell to the floor, that beautiful cock 
was right in my face. I leaned up to kiss it, and he 
asked me to pull my pussy lips apart and finger 
myself. I was still mesmerized by the size of his 
throbbing cock. The last thing I had the chance to say 
was that you and the company president were right next 
door. He grabbed me by the back of the head and told 
me to open wide, and I did. Oh Baby, there I was, 
laying back, my head over the edge of that bed, my 
legs pulled up and spread, my fingers rubbing my clit. 
It must have been too much because after only a few 
kisses on the head of his cock, he filled my mouth 
with cum."

Now she was whispering, her lips brushing mine the 
whole time. "So that's what you're tasting when you 
kiss me. Remember what it tasted like when you sucked 
his cock. Just like what I just tasted. Here's my 
cock-sucking lips kissing your cock-sucking lips. Now 
kiss me again, NOW!"

We continued to dance. She told me that although she 
had wanted him to screw her, she really wasn't upset 
that it didn't turn out that way. She said she enjoyed 
how decadent she felt sucking his cock at the party. 
She also liked the thought of kissing me afterwards. 
And she reminded me, "Besides, I'll be getting plenty 
of cock a little later."

I had hoped that she was done for the evening, so I 
whispered, "Maybe you'll still let me bury my head 
between your legs when we got home?" She gave no 
verbal response. She simply snatched her head off my 
shoulder and looked away. But I continued, "Come on 
baby, I'll do anything that you want me to do for the 
rest of the weekend."

Turning her head, she glared at me and said, "Oh yes, 
I know you will."

After a minute of silence, she caught me off guard 
when she whispered, "I gave Leon my number. I told him 
to call me, to call us. I've decided to go out on a 
date with him; I told him that I knew that you'd be OK 
with it. What ya think, Honey? Uh oh, I can feel your 
little pecker coming to life, Oh my, you must like the 
idea. What's wrong, Baby? You like the idea of your 
little lily white wife spreading her legs for Leon?" I 
then knew that my real humiliation was just starting.

***

Her words and thoughts were ripping me apart. I knew 
this was Kelly's way of letting me know that it was my 
turn to feel the pain, of rubbing in how seeing Monica 
at her own party was devastating. She was letting me 
know that while I had simply been frustrated with 
Monica's antics, her evening, an evening that should 
have brought her great satisfaction, had been 
shattered.

But for some corrupt, strange reason, I began to have 
a few perverted thoughts creep into my head. Twisted, 
kinky ideas about whether Kelly was really sure that 
Leon, our DJ, was the guy Lori had been seeing. As I 
tried to put myself at ease, I thought there had to be 
a lot of black Disc Jockeys named Leon. Yeah right. I 
tried to talk myself into the idea that Kelly really 
wasn't attracted to black guys. I was certain that she 
wouldn't be interested in having sex with one. After 
all, I rationalized, she'd never mentioned it, not 
even in her fantasizes.

I found myself smiling with envy as I looked at Leon. 
I realized that my wife, my beautiful wife, had just 
told him that she wanted to go out on a date. And I 
knew that essentially she was telling me that she was 
going to give herself to him. To the man whose cock 
had possibly done permanently damage to her friend's 
vagina. But strangely, my cock continued to swell.

Then I remembered Lori. The sight, the taste, the 
smell, and worst of all, the feel of her used, 
stretched hole. He had almost ripped it open. It was 
left a huge, messy, gaping wet gash. And now I was 
hoping against hope, that Kelly wasn't going to 
experience the same thing.

***

Finally, the party ended. I stayed with Kelly until 
everybody except the owner and his wife had left. He 
and I shared some jokes. We had another drink. 
Actually, to numb my nerves, I had three more. While 
he and I joked, Kelly chatted with his wife. I 
couldn't hear them, but they seemed to be whispering 
and giggling a lot. I wondered if she was the one who 
had mentioned how she had loved screwing a black guy.

About ten minutes later, they left leaving Kelly and 
me to lock up. On our way out, we saw Leon loading his 
van. Kelly grabbed my arm and said, "Honey, I need to 
make sure I didn't lose his number. Watch carefully, 
and maybe, just maybe, you'll get to watch me kiss my 
first black man. Stand here and watch. You 
understand?"

With a sexy strut, she made her way to Leon's van. I 
heard her say, "Thanks again for doing such a great 
job tonight. Everybody loved the music and us girls 
loved watching your sexy booty grinding away back 
there behind the mike."

As she was talking, Leon dug in his pocket and gave 
her something. She laughed and after a moment of 
hesitation, she reached up and threw her arms around 
his powerful neck. He glanced my way. Then he leaned 
over and gave my wife a long, soulful kiss. I watched 
him caress her, him knowing that I was watching him do 
it. I knew that he could tell that she didn't have 
panties on and that he had caught a whiff of the 
special juices behind her ears.

Ending the kiss, Kelly turned and walked toward me. 
After twenty feet, she stopped, looked back and said, 
"Hey, do you remember our friend Lori, the one you 
screwed a couple of months ago? Well, we're the couple 
she told ya about." She pointed at me and said, 
"Actually, it was for him." She paused, and then, 
"Wanna do me sometime, Big Boy?" Leon laughed and got 
in his van and pulled away.

Kelly and I were finally alone. She sarcastically told 
me how much she loved me. She reminded me of our 
agreement. How if she didn't divorce me, she would be 
allowed "to get even."

Suddenly, her anger flared when she remembered Monica. 
Saying "That little bitch had a lot of gall showing up 
at my party!" As the words came out, Kelly became more 
and more upset. Having worked herself into frenzy, she 
suddenly stopped and silently walked away.

Looking back over her shoulder, she told me "Don't 
wait up. I'm gonna show my pussy to yet another guy. 
Including you, he'll be the fourth one to see it 
tonight. Maybe more than one. I might go to the river 
to see if I can find my friend, or should I say my 
friends? It's playtime for Kelly. Go home. Be a good 
little boy and rub your little dick. I want to think 
about you doing that while I'm out. Be ready for me in 
the morning."

As she drove away, I thought how this was unlike the 
other times. She had always planned the activities, 
but this time was different. The whole evening had 
ended up unplanned, and she had driven off without 
even being sure where she was going. She left me to 
wonder. Because of the tension, the alcohol, and the 
concerns of the unknown, I drifted into the deep 
crevices of my imagination.

Confused, yet excited, I walked to my car, turned the 
key and slowly drove home.

***

When I walked into the house, I found a message on the 
machine. A quick glance at the caller ID told me it 
was Kelly; she'd called ten minutes earlier. I began 
to worry. I wondered if she'd had an accident, if she 
had a flat tire, all of the things that any normal 
spouse would worry about if their partner was out at 
that hour.

Pressing the button, I listened. She sounded out of 
breath. I heard her incoherently mumbling. Finally, 
after a moment of silence she said, " Hi Honey. I 
decided that I was too tired to go downtown. I'm wiped 
out. The party, the alcohol, seeing that little bitch, 
watching Leon in his little booth, I'm exhausted, I'll 
be home soon, but not before., well not before I spend 
another delicious moment with this black stud."

I stared at the phone. She continued, "And I'm sure 
you know what Leon can do for a frustrated, hurt girl. 
Well Baby, your little wife is going to find out right 
now! You gave me permission, right?"

To magnify my discomfort, she ended with, "You know 
what's making this so exciting? We'll be close enough 
to the house that you might hear me scream, or maybe 
the neighbors will hear me. Would you like that, Baby? 
Just lie there and play with your little pecker and 
imagine what Leon will be doing with your wife."

***

I resigned myself to sitting and imagining Kelly in 
Leon's arms, wondering what he was going to do to her. 
I wondered how she would ask Leon to fuck her. I 
wondered how he would react to hearing that request 
from yet another married woman. Another married white 
woman.

A sick feeling came over me. I knew that if they 
managed to get his huge cock into my wife, she'd never 
be the same. As I lay in our bed, I was forced to 
think about big black Leon. About him trying to work 
his huge cock into my wife. I couldn't imagine how, or 
if, he was going to get the whole thing in her. I 
didn't want to think about how, upon finding out how 
tight her pussy is, he might use force, knowing how 
painful it would be for her. I wondered if she would 
beg him to continue or if he would continue regardless 
of whether she wanted him to or not.

A half hour later, the phone rang. It was Kelly. I 
picked it up and whispered, "Hello." The phone was 
obviously lying on the seat next to her. I could hear 
Kelly breathing hard. I heard the low, muffled 
grunting sounds of sex. I could barely make out the 
words, but I did understand her asking "Please, 
please, at least kiss me once."

A few minutes later Kelly picked up the phone. In her 
sweet, sarcastic tone she said, "Hi baby, guess where 
I am? I'm in the cul-de-sac at the end of the street. 
You know, right at the end of our neighborhood, and 
well., well, Leon's on top of me. It hurts, Honey. 
It's so fucking big, but we're trying to., well lay 
there and imagine..."

The phone went dead. Then it rang again. I grabbed it 
in anger and yelled, "How disgusted I am that your 
just laying there, having a black guy fuck you. Tell 
him how you've always been opposed to interracial 
dating, yet now you call me as you let a black man use 
and ravage your beautiful body. Kelly, Kelly, please 
no!"

She was laughing as the phone went dead again.

Minutes later she called again. I heard her yell 
"Baby, tell us you're sorry. If I had known that it 
was this good, I would have done this years ago. Now 
get your ass down here, right now, I'm on 
speakerphone, and Leon's listening to all your 
bullshit. We have something to show you. Get your ass 
down here right now!"

***

I did as I was told. I saw Kelly's Yukon parked in the 
middle of the cul-de-sac. I was relieved to see that 
Leon's van wasn't there. Feeling very sick, I stayed 
in my car. I turned out my lights and began to hope 
that the entire evening had been a bad, bad nightmare, 
that she really hadn't let another guy finger her, 
that she didn't really sucked another guy's dick, but 
mostly I hoped that she really hadn't been with Leon.

My phone rang again. In an excited voice Kelly 
ordered, "Hurry over here, I have something I want you 
to see. Come to the passenger side. You won't believe 
it, but, Honey, I, we did it!"

I got out and slowly walked over to the window. As I 
looked in, I saw that her face was red and flushed. 
Her eyes looked like she'd been crying. She was half 
sitting, half lying across the back seats of her 
vehicle. As she lowered the window, I could smell that 
familiar smell of sex. Her legs were draped over the 
seat backs. I couldn't bring myself to look any 
closer.

In a muffled voice she said, "Hi honey, I did it, we 
actually got all of that huge black cock inside of me. 
Wow! It hurt so fucking bad. It hurt that much with 
just the head in. I begged him to go slow, to be 
gentle. The bastard stopped, rolled me over on my 
knees, slapped my ass, and kept pushing."

"It hurt so bad, but I was determined and so was he; 
his dick was banging my pussy in places that have 
never been touched before. I pleaded with him to be 
gentle. He just reached up and slapped my ass again. 
It kind of turned me on. Then, Baby." She sighed and 
then, "Baby, with one last, hard plunge, that black 
monster was finally inside, all the way inside your 
wife's tight little cunt. He was balls deep, shoving 
against my ass"

Smiling and starting to cry, she continued, "Get 
closer. Look at my tits. Look at my cunt. Tell me if 
my pussy looks like Lori's did. Tell me if you like 
seeing a black man's cum leaking out of your lily 
white wife."

I forced myself to look. Her breasts had huge hickies 
on them. Looking farther down, I saw that the seat was 
wet. Kelly was wet from her navel, through her thick 
matted pussy hair, down to the middle of her thighs. 
Cum was everywhere.

For some perverted reason, with twisted excitement, I 
reached my hand though the window. Just as I was about 
to caress her legs, she stopped me, partly raising the 
window abruptly. I jerked my hand back. She lay back 
on the seat and told me to go home, to get in bed and 
wait for her.

About 5 minutes later, she walked in our room. She 
laughed and mumbled something about ".that fucking 
Monica." as her dress fell to the floor. I thought 
about how only hours earlier, before we left for the 
party, how pure Kelly had looked. Then I remembered 
that somebody else had removed her thong and that a 
second guy had seen her pussy as he fucked her mouth.

Kelly leaned over, picked up her dress, and found a 
large deposit of cum on a section. She proceeded to 
rub it on my face. Silently, she took the rest of her 
clothes off and got on the bed.

When I leaned over to hug her, she pushed me away. She 
rolled over, reached under our bed, and pulled out her 
huge dildo, the one that had caused her so much pain a 
few months earlier. When she spread her legs, I 
noticed that there was no need for her to pull her 
hairy pussy lips apart. They looked swollen and sore. 
Her swollen slit was clearly visible, and between her 
legs was a loose, dripping hole.

Silently, looking me in the eye, she lowered the tip 
of the huge dildo to her crotch. My eyes instinctively 
followed the toy. She smiled as she held the toy that 
had previously caused her so much pain. Then in 
amazement, I watched as she easily inserted the 
massive fake cock into her pussy. She grinned at me 
with the look of satisfaction and said, "My life may 
have changed tonight."

***

A moment later, she extracted the toy. Continuing to 
smile, she brought it to my face. She slowly rubbed it 
on my lips. Then, telling me to "open wide," she 
slowly inserted the head into my mouth. She told me, 
"Pretend your lips are my pussy lips. Here comes the 
head of Leon's dick." She slowly withdrew it and wiped 
the remaining gooey white remnants on my face.

She leaned over, put the toy away, and reached for her 
phone. She dialed. A man answered. In an excited, yet 
hesitant voice, she said, "Yes, he drove down. No, I 
haven't let him touch me. You want me to sleep in 
what? Leon, I haven't slept in those in years. Yes 
sir, OK, I'll tell him. Six o'clock. Of course I have 
the directions. See ya then."

She laughed and handed me the phone.

When Leon spoke, I could only respond. "No, no, she's 
OK, I guess she liked it, OK dammit, she loved it. 
What? No, I won't touch her tonight. She hasn't told 
me about tomorrow night, that's all night? Well, I 
guess so. How long? I didn't mean it that way. Until 
noon? I guess that'll be fine. What? Yes, you can, 
Leon, you can fuck my wife. OK, Leon, please fuck my 
wife again." He laughed as he hung up.

Kelly got up, went downstairs, and returned in an old 
pair of flannel pajamas. She got in bed, rolled over 
with her back to me, and silently went to sleep,

I lay there realizing that I had consented to her 
staying at Leon's house the following evening. I knew 
what condition that she would be in upon her return. I 
was very frustrated knowing that I wouldn't be seeing 
her pussy, or even be allowed to touch her breasts 
until she got home...

And I know that Sunday afternoon she'll make me write 
another letter...

***