("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Kelly Gets Even - 4 by Joe (vpriv@aol.com) *** The past few months have been non eventful for Kelly and I. 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 then one surprise guest in attendance, she was 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 very 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 discovered that I'd had an affair she offered me two choices. We could either divorce, or she "Would be allowed to get even with me." With no idea of what that could mean, it sounded like a better alternative then 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 a slightly larger then 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. But not with me. Simply put, she fucked another guy. And she made me be there, albeit blindfolded. She also made me participate in various ways. (Kelly Starts to Get Even.) The lucky bastard was the first guy to enjoy her beautiful body since we got together over 15 years ago. Her next foray into sexual adventure occurred a month later. That evening Kelly made her intentions perfectly clear. She made me chose the next guy who was going to be getting on top of her as she spread her legs! Contributing to her (our?) excitement, she honestly didn't know if one guy or two guys ended up fucking her that evening. (Kelly Gets Even No.2) The next morning, upon her return, she was a sore. And slightly embarrassed. However, she managed to laugh and tell me "until we got together those many 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 was five months ago. That day Kelly had me "service" a friend of hers. Lori was an attractive married woman in her mid thirties. Unknown to us, Lori had a very hairy pussy. And at Kelly's request, prior to our "get together" Lori had been freshly fucked. By a black man. (Kelly Gets Even No.3) *** Since our day with Lori, things have pretty much returned to normal. Except Kelly has stopped shaving and trimming the hair between her legs. She told me that her decision was made by a combination of three different reasons. The first was a racy comment made by the roommate of her "pick up fuck buddy". 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. And he told Leonard that he would appreciate a quick peek at the middle-aged women 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, then maybe 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 factor had been watching my surprise at seeing Loris abundant bush. Kelly told me that it also was an unexpected turn on for her. When Lori lowered her panties, it was apparent that she hadn't trimmed her bush in years. Kelly loved forcing my head between Loris furry thighs. She especially enjoyed the thought of me eating the dry, matted cum off of Loris used, hairy, pussy lips. However, the third, and primary reason that she stopped shaving was very simple. She knows how much I love to lick her nice, smooth, hairless pussy lips. After all, that was the reason that she had shaved it on a daily basis for the past 15 years. So, she concluded, to remind me that she could deny me the joys of her sweet shaven pussy, she discontinued shaving. For the first few weeks, the new growth created a little discomfort for each of us. I don't particularly like to eat her fuzzy muff. The hairs tickled my face. And they 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 changing new look and feel between her legs. She also enjoys the reaction of our friends, and others, who get a view of her mid section when she wears her new "French cut" swim suit. She especially likes the effect it has on the teenage boys down at the marina. The twisted delight of knowing that she could make me clean her bush any time that she wants helps keep her constantly aroused. She knows that when I buried my head between her thighs, that 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 again, other then not shaving, our sex life had become rather non-eventful... 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. While insisting that things were done right, even though planning and overseeing "a party" is well below her normal duties, the owner still put her in charge. 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..." Kelly gave me a seductive wink and finished getting ready. In order to make sure that all of the finishing touches 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 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 that housed the event was warm and rustic compared to the stoic places that they'd been in before Kelly got involved. 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 D.J's. Upon my arrival, I noticed a subtle grin when 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 the 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 very 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 knew of my marital infidelity. And Kelly was 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 immediately, yet calmly, walked toward the bar. I was relieved to see her laughing as she chatted with a couple of the guys from her department. She then turned my way and motioned as if to tell me that she was going to use the restroom. I watched her sexy ass as she made her way down the hall toward the facilities. I also 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. As I started to pull my hand up, I suddenly realized it was her thong. She smiled and whispered, "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... sit there and imagine how much fun I had having this taken off... but if you ask anymore questions, I'll have some guys do a lot more then just remove my thong..." She then abruptly stood up and went and got our drinks refilled. She brought me back a glass of Jack. Straight. Without rocks. When I saw that she had switched to drinking screwdrivers, I knew that I was about to be in deep, deep, shit. While Kelly rarely drinks liquor she becomes an extremely sarcastic bitch. And her hormones become elevated to an almost uncontrollable level. *** Then Kelly glared 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 express her emotions. 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 she grabbed my hand and led me down one of the empty halls. When we entered one of the bedrooms she quietly shut the door. Knowing that we were where no could hear or see us, she turned and threw her arms around me. She then sat on one of the beds, laid back, spread her legs and began to run her figures through her lush bush. Revealing her uncovered hairy, wet, fragrant pussy. Needless to say, I was shocked. She leaned up 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 be 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. And we'll just pretend to enjoy the rest of the evening. Oh, but baby, I think that tonight, tonight I'll arrange a 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 noticed that Monica was gone. What a huge relief. For both of us. However, as we made our way amongst the guests, I noticed that Kelly was still very upset. And who could blame her. *** Before we reached our table, one of her colleagues ask her to dance. I had to sit and watch for the next hour as she danced with four different guys. She was like a magnet. And she was thoroughly enjoying their reaction to the erotic scent behind her ears... She especially enjoyed her slow dances with one of the cocky young new marketing guys. He subtly rubbed her ass and smiled toward me as he to 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 was hearing...and smelling. She then repeated the process with three other handsome colleagues. Later she approached me asked me to dance. The set included two slow ones. With Kelly hugging me a little closer then 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 took particular delight as she laughed and said, "Guess who else is here... remember your first taste of cock... the morning I blindfolded you... remember what 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." She laughed and informed me, "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..." 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 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 for a minute, then I made him stop, I could hear his frustration as he leaned forward to get one good last smell, when he did I felt his tongue snake it's 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 concluded, "I enjoyed leaving him hard and frustrated. Just like I'm going to leave you." We continued to dance, she seductively rubbed her body next to mine, and I knew it was going to be a night in which she was going to humiliate me. But strangely, half way through the second song, I felt my cock starting to harden. I knew that she had hoped 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! She maintained her vice like grip, smiled she said, "After seeing your "little bitch" 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..." *** When we finished dancing the remainder of the set we 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. It was then that I noticed that she appeared to be flirting with several of the guys, She was like a magnet. The guys absolutely wouldn't leave her alone. She seemed to especially enjoy her slow dances with one of the cocky young marketing guys. I was forced to watch as he subtly rubbed her ass and smile my way as he enjoyed the opportunity to hold my beautiful wife. I watched her put her head next to his ear. Judging by his reaction, he liked what he was hearing, and smelling. She then repeated the process with two other colleagues. *** Much to my relief, after her dancing ended we sat a table with two other executives and their wives. My pain had subsided and I started to joke with the other guys. They had each had more than enough to drink. One of the guys complained, "While I'm still a hot young stud, the little filly doesn't allow our sex life to be what it was when we got married." Even at such a Juvenal comment, everybody was compelled to laugh. Everybody but Kelly. When one of the older gals noticed Kelly's stoic looks, she resentfully look at my beautiful wife and 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 promptly 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 their attention to me, I could only return her smile. 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 through one of her sarcastic smiles. She then told us that she needed to pay the caterers and gracefully excused herself, but not before she whispered to me that she had paid them in advance. As Kelly got up and walked away she turned and smiled at me. Leaving me to wonder where she actually was going. *** The silence at our table was broken when one of the couples 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 shown 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 eyes and gave me one of her famous sarcastic looks. Her boss, who was sitting at our table, also gave us a questioning look. He than 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 quickly left our table and took the list up to the D.J. After a minute or two, I looked over and noticed that they were laughing. And While watching them, more then a few of us recognized that Kelly, an executive, and the hired D.J. were exhibiting some pretty strong erotic body language. In fact, their actions appeared to suggest that they were a familiar, 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 they move back there in the booth. 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 then 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, the slut who's used pussy I was made me lick, had mentioned a D.J. named Leon. I attempted to shrug it off. I hoped that Kelly wasn't up there talking with him and remembering the descriptions of the cock that had almost ripped Lori apart. However, 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, specially the details about his big cock. And I desperately hope 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 saw 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 fucken old prudes, you have no idea what disgusting is. If you had half a clue of 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 D.J. a few minutes longer. Then, with a huge, glowing smile, she returned to our table. At that moment, I knew Leon was the guy. And while shooting me her sarcastic smile, Kelly knew that I had figured it out too. *** Once at the table, Kelly grabbed my hand and led us to the dance floor. As we approaching 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 smelled the familiar smell of her juices she had been applied to her neck. I began to feel her rubbing her pelvis against mine. She leaned back and kissed me again. Then she chuckled, "Taste something familiar?" I mentioned that her kisses indeed tasted different, but I told her that I thought is was from her drinking screwdrivers. She whimpered "You dumb ass. I told you that I had paid the caterers in advance. Where do 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 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 ask him to meet me back there, I had every intention of having him fucking me, right here with all of my fellow works, and of course you, just down the hall. The idea has been turning me on all night. So I ask 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 firmly told me to lie on the bed. I willingly did. I laid 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, but as I pulled my dress up, I pulled my legs up and spread them. He let out a long gasp. As he was unzipping his pants he laughed and said that there must be a story behind me growing my abundant bush. He reminded me 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. As I leaned up to kiss it, he asked me to pull my pussy lips apart, and to finger myself. I am 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 then grabbed be 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 to much because after only a few kisses on the head of his cock, he filled my mouth with cum. So that's what your tasting as you kiss me, now kiss me again, now! "We continued to dance. As she told me that although she had wanted him to screw he, she really wasn't upset that it didn't turn out that way. She said she enjoyed how decadent she felt while sucking his cock at the party. She also liked the thought of kissing me afterwards. And she reminded me "I'll be getting plenty of cock a little later..." I had hoped that she was done for the evening. But 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 wanted me to do for the rest of the weekend." Turning her head, she glared at me and said, "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, to call us, I've decided to go out on a date with him, I told him that I knew that you'd be O.K. with it, what ya think honey, I can fell your little pecker coming to life, Oh my, you must like the idea, what's wrong baby, you like the idea of your little Lilly white wife spreading her legs for Leon?" I then knew that my humiliation was just starting. *** Her words and thoughts were ripping me apart. I knew that this was Kelly's way of letting me know that it was my turn to feel the pain. Letting me know 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 weather Kelly was really sure that Leon, our D.J., was the guy Lori had been seeing. As I tried to put myself at ease as I thought there had to be a lot of black Disc Jockeys named Leon, yeah right, trying 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 realize that my wife, my beautiful wife, had just told that she wanted to go out on a date with him. And I knew that essentially she was telling me that she was going to give herself to him. To the man who's cock had possibility done permanently damage to her friend 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 but the owner and his wife were 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 I to lock up. On our way out we saw Leon finishing loading his van. Kelly grabbed my arm and said "honey, I need to make sure I didn't loose his number. Watch carefully, and maybe, just maybe, you'll get to watch me kiss my first black man. Stand here and watch. Do you understand?" With her 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 big powerful neck. He glanced my way. Then he leaned over and gave my wife a long, soulful kiss. I also noticed him caress her ass in the process, I knew that he knew that she didn't have panties on, and that he had caught a whiff of the special juices behind her ears. After the kiss broke off Kelly turned and walked toward me. About twenty feet later she stopped, looked back and said "Hey, do you remember that Lori, our friend that you screwed a couple of months? Well we're the couple she told ya about. Actually it was for him. 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. That 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 gull for showing up at my party"! As the words came out, Kelly became more and more upset. Working her self into frenzy, suddenly, she stopped, and quietly walked away. Looking back over her shoulder she informed me "Don't wait up. I'm gunna show my pussy to yet another guy. Including you, he'll be the fourth one to see it tonight. I might go to the river to see if she can find my friend, or should I say our friends? It's playtime for Kelly. Now go home and be a good little boy. Be ready for me in the morning." As she drove away I thought how this was unlike the other times. She had told always planned for her activities. But this time was different. I was left to wonder. Because of the tension, the alcohol, and the concerns of the unknown, I was left to drift into the deep crevices of my imagination. Confuse, yet excited, I walked to my car, turned the key and slowly drove home. *** When I walked in the house I noticed a message on the machine. With a quick glance at the caller ID, I knew 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 to tired to go downtown. I'm wiped out. The party, the alcohol, seeing that little bitch, watching Leon behind 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, you gave me permission, remember?" To magnifying my discomfort, she conclude, "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 might 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 was resigned to sit and imagined 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 women. Another married white women. A sick feeling come over me as I knew that if they managed to get his huge cock into my wife that 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, that he might have to 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 weather 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 your letting a black man use and ravage your beautiful body, Kelly, Kelly, please no!" She laughed. As the phone went dead again. Minutes later she called again. I heard her yell "Baby tell us your sorry, if I had know 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. With a very sick feeling 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 guys dick, but mostly I hoped that she really hadn't been with Leon. While sitting there 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 window, 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 noticed that her face was red and flushed. Her eyes looked as if she had been crying. She was half sitting, half lying on the back seats of her vehicle. As she lowered the window, I could smell that undeniable smell of sex. Her legs were draped over the console, 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, 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 fucking bad, I was determined, it was banging my pussy in places never touched, I pleaded with to be gentle, he just reached up and slapped my ass again, it kind of turned me on, then baby, baby, with one last had hard plunge, that black monster was finally inside, inside your wife's sweet little cunt. Starting to cry she continued, "Get closer, look at my titties, look at my cunt, tell me if my pussy looks like Loris did, tell me if you like seeing a Blackman's cum leaking out of your lily white wife." I forced myself to look. Her breasts had huge hickies on them. Looking down further I noticed that the seat was wet. Kelly was wet from her navel, through her thick pussy hair, down to the middle of her thighs. Cum was everywhere. For some perverted reason, with twisted excitement, I reach my hand thought the window. Just as I was about to caress her legs she stopped me. She abruptly laid back and told me to go home. To get in bed and wait for her. I did. About 5 minutes later she walked in our room. She laughed and mentioned something about Monica as her dress fell to the floor. I thought about how only hours earlier, before we left for the party, how pure she had looked. Then I remembered that somebody else had removed her thong. And then I thought about how a second guy had seen her pussy as she sucked his cock. Kelly leaned over, picked up her dress, and found a large deposit of cum on a section. Then she proceeded to rub it on my face. Silently she took off the rest of her cloths off and got on the bed. When I leaned over to hug her she spurred my advances. She rolled over, reached under our bed and pulled out her huge dildo. The one that had cause her so much pain only 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 loose, dripping hole. Silently, while looking me in the eyes, she lowered 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 pussy. With the look of satisfaction, she grinned at me. *** A moment later, she extracted the toy. As she 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 then withdrew it and wiped the remaining gooey white remnants on my face. Quietly 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, O.K, 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 was could only respond. "No, no, she's O.K, 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, O.K. Leon, please fuck my wife again," he laughed as I heard him hang up. Kelly got up, went down stairs, 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... *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 55