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... ***