0 comments/ 9847 views/ 1 favorites The Pool Hall By: RASTA The night began like any other. We met at the pool hall to catch up and have a few drinks. We joked and laughed, drank and flirted. "No… let me show you how to hold your cue." Correcting your stance brought us back to front, where I could carefully whisper instruction in your ear. After a few games and a few drinks, competition began to get more serious, as it always does. There definitely needed to be more at stake, but money wasn't our interest. We were more than that. I definitely had the better playing skills and we both knew it, but carefully planned, but not obvious, mistakes made the games more fun and interesting. And then you said it "Winner gets anything they want…" Plain and simple, there it was. I agreed and the game was on. Now I believed that I would be happy either winning or losing, but this time I wanted to win. This game was over fairly quickly. "You cheated…" you said with a pouting yet coy look on your face. "Maybe so, but I'm still the winner." "Well, what do you want??" you said with a half smile. I leaned in close, and sexily whispered, "I would love… (pause while you held your breath)… a beer." "Ohhhh!" you replied with a laugh, and you were off to the bar. "Hurry back" I said as I watched you walk away. Actually, it was more like staring. What I really wanted was to caress that beautiful body of yours, and to make you hot with desire until you couldn't help but give in to the passion that we both knew brewed inside of us. As you were at the bar, you were talking to the bartender and then walked away down a hall with our drinks. "Where the hell is she going" I wondered. A few minutes later, you emerged with an excited look on your face. "They have a game room" you said as you handed me a drink. "Come see." Sure enough there it was in all its glory. "Wanna play a game?" I asked. "Of course I do," you replied, "but the game I want to play is in here." You motioned to a door across the hall and down a ways. As we entered the room, I quickly realized what was going on. This room was an unused pool hall. They must use it when it gets real busy. You took my drink aside and popped yourself up on the edge of a pool table and motioned for me to come in close. As you pulled me closer, I could feel the excitement in my stomach. You whispered in my ear, softly, "Now… what do you really want?" We both knew as I nuzzled my first kiss at the base of your neck, just under your ear. I slowly drew back feeling the soft hairs on the side of your face do an intricate dance with my soft beard. When our lips met, there was a rush of heat, like lightning struck from the inside out. We couldn't keep ourselves out of each other's mouth. Gently probing with intertwined tongues, for what seemed like hours. As I pulled away, I gazed into your eyes, which were now drunk with passion and desire. "Whatever I want, huh?" is all I mumbled. Your smile indicated that you open and willing to please. "Anything you want, yes" was all you said as you tasted my lips once again. "I want you to be my work of art, follow all of my movements and accept every feeling." "I will, I will," was your reply with heavy breath. I leaned in as we kissed and ground our hips together. Your legs locked firmly around my waist, drawing me closer with each second. I laid you back onto the soft green felt and worked my kisses down your neck and body through the center of your breasts and down your stomach. With your arms stretched above, like you were reaching for some far off place, you moaned softly with eyes shut as I lifted your shirt and began to gently kiss your bare stomach and worked my way back up. When I reached your breasts I paid special attention to each one. Sucking on your nipples peaked them further, as they were already hard from excitement. I lightly flicked my tongue and drew a cool breath across, sending a cool shiver down your spine and into your loins. You let out a small whelp, as if catching your breath, as I gently bit them and sucked harder. As I rose and slowly started to slide you pants off, you unlocked the vise-like grip of your legs around my waist. As I slid the clothes from your body, you began to remove your underwear, and I stopped you. "I will do it when the time is right," I said as you lay back down enjoying each moment. Once your pants were off I rolled you on to your stomach and motioned for you to stand, bent at the waist, and outstretched across the table. You obliged with a hypnotic willingness. You never questioned what I was doing, for there was total trust. I gently paced two soft kisses on the back of each knee. My hands caressed the back of your thighs as I realized my daily fantasies of this exact thing. I admired and cherished every inch the back of those beautiful legs, which gracefully turned into the most beautiful ass I had ever seen. Kissing and licking until I could feel the heat radiating from you. Slowly, I peeled the thong across and down your ass. Once freed of the sexy undergarment, you arched your back slightly, lifting your chin off of the table. This had a dual effect, one of "presenting" yourself for further exploration, and the second was an invitation, or more of a pleading for attention. "Don't you worry, I'll be there soon enough" I said. As I slowly kissed the backs of your inner thighs, you began to unconsciously widen your stance, allowing me to savor the sweet aroma of a woman aroused. Moving slowly around in this area, my beard tickled and teased. You again moaned in anticipation as you could feel my hot breath whisping across your now throbbing womanhood. With a tender touch I teased your lips with my tongue. The first touch tickled the outside of one, where your leg meets your body. Up the back I moved, then back down the other side. Your clit was now at full attention, begging for attention, and I grazed past, back to the inner thigh without so much as a touch. The anticipation made you hotter. I repeated the same sequence, this time in reverse. You attempted to catch your breath as I parted your lips with my tongue. I wouldn't give you the chance, as I now focused my attention away from teasing and onto pleasure. I attacked your clit with a fury, licking and sucking, hard and fast. I pulled you into my mouth, between my lips and held you there between my teeth as my tongue danced furiously. I massaged you with my tongue ring and curled my tongue as to embrace you. Your hips were bucking wildly, pressing back harder and harder with each movement, trying to engulf me if you could. I pulled away still holding you in my mouth as long as I could. I backed away for a breath while you groaned with lust and need. You presented yourself further as I spread your ass apart. I blew a cool breeze over you and the shiver ran all the way up your spine. Then I did something that you were never expecting. I firmly planted my tongue in your little rosebud of an ass. You were overcome with a wave of newfound ecstasy. This feeling was new and exciting, and man did it feel good. I knew this from your "almost" orgasm, but not yet. I wasn't through with you. After I pulled away I rolled you onto your back, legs cartwheeling through the air like an erotic gymnast until you rested solidly on the edge of the table. You used your heels to grasp my shoulders and pull me in. this time I would oblige you because we had the same thing in mind. On came a barrage of kissing and sucking that drove you to the edge. Now you were ready, no more teasing. I licked you and sucked you until your legs were fastened securely around my head. I could hear your muffled cries of pure ecstasy as you had your first of a few orgasms. I knew just how to tickle all the right places during each sensory overload. As I felt every passionate spasm clenching around my tongue, I tasted the sweet rewards of all my hard work. Out of breath and drunk with absolute nirvana you laid there limp as I started with a shower of soft gentle kisses from your stomach all the way until I reached your inviting lips. After being lost in each others kiss for what seemed like an eternity, the next wave began. This time it was my turn… (more to come) The Pool Hall Chris sat on the couch watching his favorite show Carnivale, as summer walked into the room. “Why don’t we actually go out and do something for a change?” “Well, would you like to go and play pool or something?” said Chris. “Sure, I need to get out of this house, lets get going.” Next thing they knew, they were in front of the building. Chris walked in through the door, stopping a moment to keep it opened long enough for Summer to walk through. Reaching for her hand, Chris walked into the main area where all the pool tables had been setup for customers to play with. Chris smiled over to Summer and said, “Lets play at this table, rack em up.” Summer gathered up all the pool balls and placed the rack over them and centered it on the table. “I’ll let you go first, because you know I’m going to own you.” Laughed Chris. Summer glared, walking around to the front of the table to prepare her shot, Chris crept up behind her and quickly spanked her ass. “Why don’t we make a bet on who wins huh?” Summer asked. “Well, we know I’m going to win, but what is it you’d like to wager hmm?” “If I win you don’t get to have any of me later tonight.” Replied Summer. “Figures you’d go and use yourself against me, but I’ll take you up on that bet.. if I win, we get to do whatever it is I can come up with” grinned Chris. Summer broke the rack, positioning the balls scattered around the table. Chris moved up to take his shot, taking aim then shooting in the blue solid into the pocket. Smiling at summer, Chris took aim again then shooting in the red solid next to it. “Maybe we should be on our way now, I may not even let you get a shot off.” he laughed. She walked over to him and rubbed her ass against him for a moment then said; “If you want some of this, you’re going to have to finish this game.” she winked. He slightly became aroused, trying to line up his shot, shooting and missing terribly. He decided to grab a couple cokes for them “Be right back hun, I’ll go grab us something to drink.” She nodded as he walked away over to the counter. “Thanks, keep the change.” Walking back over to the table, he noticed that half the stripes had been downed. “What is this? There is no way you made all of those in, in one turn.” “Maybe you should quit complaining and get to work on beating me huh?” she ran her finger tips along his stomach, down to his waist and back up. “If you keep this teasing up, I may just toss you up on this table and take you here.” He smiled. Summer laughed, “You wouldn’t ever do such a thing with all of these people here.” Chris walked up behind summer, reaching around her waist and hugged her against him. Slowly, he rubbed his hips against her tight blue jeaned ass. He gently pinched her nipples through her black top and whispered something into her ear. Some of the people in the pool hall started to take notice of this little scene we had going on, and the noise began to die down. Summer grinded her ass against his now hardened dick inside of his pants. Reaching down in front of her, he played with the button to her pants.. then unzipping them slowly. “If you’re going to start this, there’s no way I’ll let you stop Chris.” He smirked at her, moving the flaps aside and rubbing his hand into her pants, against her panties gently. Slowly rubbing up and down, feeling them slightly moist. She lightly moaned, practically everyone in the place had now noticed what was about to unfold. Moving his hands further down, he began to play with her pussy, trying to press his fingers inside her through the fabric. Leaning her forward, she laid her head onto the pool table, while he began to slowly pull down her pants. The material had been pulled down just below her ass, leaving her ass visible to the pool hall. Her black lace thong was barely covering her tight ass. He slowly pulled it down, Chris wanting so bad to slide his dick into her. “Oh baby fuck me please, I want you inside me right here, right now!” Chris reached into his pants, and pulled out his hard dick, rubbing it against her ass cheeks. Summer reached behind her, and spread her ass for him. He could see she was very wet, and ready for his dick to be put inside her. Teasing her, he placed the head of his dick against her pussy. “Please don’t tease, put it inside me baby.” He nodded, as he thrusted his dick into her pussy, not giving her the chance to get used to the length. She let out a loud moan, slightly feeling pain but mostly pleasure. Chris started moving his dick in and out of her quickly, while placing his hand down on her back. He bounced his hips off her ass, as he pumped into her hard. Her pussy tightening around his dick, feeling herself about to cum. Summer screamed as she came, his dick becoming easier to slide in from the excess moisture she gave. Chris breathed heavy, feeling the precum drip off his dick inside her, wanting badly to cum deep inside her. His stomach slapped against her ass as he pushed into her quickly. He then started to cum inside her, causing her to reach another orgasm. The cum started to fill her up, and slowly dripped out of her. Chris slowed down, and rested against her for a moment, before opening his eyes to see that everyone was staring at them. He smiled slightly, pulling summer up off the table to catch eyes with everyone. “Well it looks like I win anyways, and everyone seemed to enjoy the show as well.” He grinned. “You just wait til next time, you’ll be sorry.” She said. The Pool Hall You call me and tell me where to meet you the following evening, that we're going out. You tell me to dress casually, jeans, low cut shirt, dress boots. We'll meet at a parking lot and then you'll drive. I've been careful to keep my pussy properly trimmed, but i make sure its perfect so you won't be displeased with me. I make sure I am already at the parking lot when you pull in because I don't want to make you wait. Its been longer than usual since our last meeting and I know you'll be impatient. As I get into your car I immediately reach for your belt buckle, undo your zipper, and pull your cock and balls out into the open. My tongue starts with your balls and lovingly tastes them both before moving up your hard cock. My right hand is reaching for your ass as I take your cock in my mouth. My fingers tease your ass while my tongue circles your head and tastes your pre-cum. I start stroking your cock with my hand, first slowly, then faster and faster, but never letting you out of my mouth. I'm sucking you hard now while you release your cum, and I hear you tell me what a good cocksucker I am. You reach over to reward me by pushing your fingers in my pussy, and you are pleased that I am not wearing underwear. But you just want a taste, and you tell me its time to go. You drive us to a seedy part of town, to a local pool hall. The parking lot is dark and has only a few cars in it. We go in and get a table and start to play. You face me when I take my first shot, and I see you looking at my cleavage. My look tells you, these tits are yours and yours alone. As I walk around the table to take my second shot, your hand runs down my ass. I lick your ear before taking my shot. I take longer than usual to line up the shot, so you can see me bent over the table, my ass just a few inches from you. After missing the shot, I come to you and whisper in your ear, "Please fuck my ass tonight, lover." And so the night goes. Each shot I ask you, beg you, plead with you to fuck me, and each time you tell me not yet slut. If you notice another man looking at me, you kiss me full on the lips and pinch my nipple, just so he knows I'm your slut. Suddenly, you decide its time to leave. You've waited until we're the only ones left in the bar so you know the parking lot is empty. When we reach the car, you pull my jeans down around my knees and push me over the hood of your car. You spread my cheeks and push the head of your hard cock into my ass. I groan from the beautiful feeling of the heat from the first thrust and whisper your name. "Yes, lover, fuck me, I am your slut, fuck me," I beg as you push your cock in the rest of the way. I hear you groan, "You are my sexy slut," as you cum in waves. I'm savoring the feeling, the pleasure of your cum in my ass, when I look over to the door of the pool hall and see the bartender watching us. You stop me when I try to pull away, try to pull my pants back up. "He saw me pull your pants down, he watched as I ran my hand across your dripping pussy and wiped it on my cock and then slammed deep in your ass. You know he jerked off watching me pinch your nipples. When I screamed out in pleasure, you know he came, too. You did that, you sexy slut... Your ass was fucked and someone watched as you did what I needed you to do. How naughty do you feel now? He is still there watching, let's show him what a true whore you are." You shove your fingers in my pussy, making me cry your name out loud. "That's it, let him hear you cry out," you whisper in my ear. "Now suck my fingers clean, my sexy slut." You put one finger at a time in my mouth, making a good show for the bartender. My pants are still down around my feet as I lick my juices off of your fingers. Finally you're satisfied and let me get dressed. The last thing you tell me as we leave the parking lot is, "I think we'll come back to show him more." The Pool Hall I guess, unless you are a total dumb shit, that you can pretty much figure that your marriage is over when your wife comes home trailing three black guys behind her and the four of them head straight for the bedroom. It is a rather blunt way of saying, "Fuck you dear." But I guess that I had asked for it. Well, the marriage was dead but I still had my pride and it was my house. I went into my den and unlocked my center desk drawer. Taking out the Colt 1911A1 I slid a magazine in and racked the slide back. I tucked it between my belt and the small of my back and then I headed for the bedroom. One of the men was sitting on the side of the bed with his trousers down around his ankles and Mary Kaye was on her knees getting ready to take him in her mouth. All eyes turned to me when I walked into the room and I said, "I guess I can't stop the bitch for being a whore if that is what she wants, but it ain't going to happen in my bedroom. Take your little party down the hall to the spare bedroom." The man on the bed said, "No white boy. You get your ass out of this room and you won't get hurt." "I was sure that you were going to say something like that so I brought friends to the party." I reached behind me and brought the .45 out. "There's one in the pipe and six in the magazine. That makes it eight of us and only three of you. If you want to avoid the leakage of bodily fluids you'll either take it down the hall or get the hell out of the house – your choice." "If you didn't have that gun I'd whip your white ass. Why don't you put it down and fight for your woman like a man." "If you were alone I'd kick your sorry black ass from here to the city limit sign and back, but you aren't alone and I'm not stupid. Besides, where I come from white women who fuck niggers are called pigs and a man doesn't fight over a pig. Now take your pig and get out of my bedroom." The other two blacks looked at the man on the bed as if asking what they should do and he gave me a hard look which I sent right back at him. Finally he looked away and pulled up his pants. As the four of them were leaving the room I said, "When your guests leave Mary Kaye, start packing. I want you out of here no later than tomorrow afternoon." "Hey, it's my house too." "That's for the lawyers and a judge to decide. Now get your sorry ass out of my sight." I guess a man in the house with a gun made them nervous because instead of moving to the spare bedroom they left the house. I had a couple of stiff drinks and then I went to bed. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I knew that our marriage was in trouble, but until that night I guess I didn't realize just how bad I'd let things get. Mary Kaye and I had been married twelve years and as marriages go it was probably like most marriages. We had our ups and downs, but it seemed to be working. The ups always outnumbered the downs. The trouble started when the company I worked for went bankrupt. I spent a month looking for a new job before finally admitting to myself that I wasn't going to find anything in the area. I called my folks and had them send me the want ads from my hometown newspaper. I answered several and three weeks later Mary Kaye and I put our house on the market and moved back to our hometown. The first thing Mary Kaye did when we found a place to stay was call all her girlfriends and let them know that we were back in town. Once back in the bosom of friends and family Mary Kaye was happier than I had seen her in a long time. Before long she was back in the swing of things. It seemed that not a week went by when there wasn't a Tupperware party, an Avon party, wine tastings and the like. Mary Kaye joined the Tuesday night women's bowling league and at least every other week the girls had a card party. Mary Kaye was happy and when she was happy she kept me happy. A year went by and one night at a party celebrating my parents thirty-fifth wedding anniversary I was sitting on the patio sipping a beer when my brother Frank came out and sat down with me. We were making small talk and he said, "Every thing okay between you and Mary Kaye?" "Now that's a strange question for you to be asking. What's on your mind?" "Oh nothing really. I just wondered if you've noticed any changes in her lately." "No, why?" "Probably nothing." "Oh no you don't Frank. You have something on your mind. Spit it out Frank." "Well, I just wondered if you knew about the crowd she's running with." "Hell yes. We all went to school together and Mary Kaye has known most of them since grade school." "That was then. Things have changed a lot since you've been gone. They aren't the happy go lucky bunch that you knew when you were here." "You going to explain that to me?" "Janice has been married four times since high school and each divorce came about when the current hubby found her in bed with some one else. Mary Ellen has been married three times and her first two divorces happened because she ran with Janice and played the same games. Helen is pretty much the town slut. She hangs out at the Landing Strip and goes home with a different guy every night. Sally's husband is in Iraq right now, but her bed hasn't been empty since he shipped out. The worst of the bunch, at least to me, is Barb. She has been known to pull trains in the pool hall over in Darktown. She actually had the gall to tell my wife that she hadn't lived until she tried a black man. This is the posse that Mary Kaye is running with right now. I'm not saying that Mary Kaye is doing anything wrong, but was I you brother, I'd keep a close eye on my wife and be ready to jump in with both feet if you see her getting too close and chummy with that bunch." Frank got up and walked back in to the party. What absolute and utter bullshit! No way Mary Kaye would let that bunch corrupt her. She liked to party and have a good time, but I knew my wife and she was not slut material. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Bullshit or no, I did find myself keeping closer track of Mary Kaye and her comings and goings. Not that I was suspicious or anything like that, but if Frank was thinking things like that then other people were too and I wanted to be able to step up and defend my wife's reputation when the time came. But as soon as I started watching I began to notice some things that I hadn't noticed before. Mary Kaye seemed to be leaving earlier and coming home later on her nights out with the girls. It might have been my imagination, but on a couple of nights she came home late and I was still awake and I got what might have been a 'guilty look' as Mary Kaye headed for the bathroom to "wash off the stink of cigarette smoke." I started paying closer attention and I noticed that when she came home her makeup all looked like it had been freshly put on. One night she left wearing nylons and came home with bare legs and on another night she left home wearing a bra and although I didn't see her take her sweater off when she came home I saw the way it sagged and I'd swear in court that she wasn't wearing that bra when she came home. The night that sent me into spy mode was the night she went bowling, came home, and we made love. She smelled fresh and clean and when I sucked on her tit I tasted Irish Spring soap. This after supposedly spending five hours in a bowling alley and a bar that was filled with heavy smokers. No cigarette stink, no body odor, no taste of the traces that sweat would leave behind. She was like she had just come out of a shower. I fell asleep that night with a very troubled mind. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next night when I got home from work Mary Kaye had dinner on the table ready for me. She was dressed up to go out and I asked her what was up. "Nothing much. Barb is having a lingerie party and I thought that I would run over and pick up a little something that might light your fire." "What time are you going to be home? You know, just in case I might want you to model it for me." "It should be over by ten-thirty so I should be home by eleven." I gave her a five-minute head start and then I headed for Barb's place. I parked down the block and I had no sooner turned off my engine than Barb and Mary Kaye came out of the apartment, got in Barb's car and drove off. I gave them a two-block head start and then I followed them. They drove to a mall and Mary Kaye got out and ran inside while Barb waited in the car. Ten minutes later Mary Kaye came out with a shopping bag, got in the car and they drove off with me close behind. It took them fifteen minutes to get where they were going – it was Darktown. Darktown was not the official name of the area, just what people called the section of town where most of the colored lived. Barb's car turned into a parking lot next to a building and I pulled over to the curb and waited to see what would happen. A minute or so later the two women came out of the parking lot and went around to the front door and went inside. I pulled away from the curb and slowly drove past the building. The neon sign in the window read Grady's Billiard Parlor and I remembered Frank telling me that Barb was known to pull trains at a pool hall in Darktown. There was a department store across the street that was closed for the night and its parking lot was half full, probably from the overflow from Grady's. I pulled in and found a slot that would let me keep an eye on the pool hall. Trying to get out of the car and look inside was out of the question. A white man down there would stick out like a sore thumb. I settled down to watch the entrance. An hour went by and then Barb, Mary Kaye and three black guys came out and walked to the parking lot. The five of them stood and talked for a minute or so and then Barb and two of the men headed for a car toward the back of the lot. Barb and one man got in the back and the other man got in the front and turned so that he could look over the seat into the back. Two minutes later Barb's legs came up in a wide "vee" that left no doubt as to what was going on. Meanwhile Mary Kaye and the third black guy were still standing there talking. Mary Kaye looked over where Barb had gone and saw her legs come up. The man said something to her and I saw her shake her head no. He said something else and I saw her look again at where Barb was and then she shrugged and the two of them walked to Barb's car and got in the front. They talked for a couple of minutes and then the man pulled Mary Kaye to him and they started necking. About three minutes later the man put his hand behind Mary Kaye's head and pushed it down out of sight. A couple of minutes later the dome light of the car Barb was in came on and I looked over to see the man she had just fucked get out of the car and the man in the front seat get in back to take his place. A minute later Barb's legs came up again and the black man who had gotten out of the car stood there and watched for a minute or so. He then turned away and walked over to Barb's car and got in on the passenger side. Another two or three minutes went by and them Mary Kaye's head came up and the man she had just sucked off got out of the car and walked over to get in line for Barb. I looked back at Barb's car and saw that Mary Kaye's head had disappeared again. For the next thirty minutes it was musical cars as Barb got fucked and Mary Kaye sucked. I looked at my watch and saw that things were going to have to break up soon if Mary Kaye was going to be home on time. I saw Barb and her last fucker of the evening get out of the car and walk over to Barb's car. She and the man said something and then the man headed back into the pool hall. Barb stood there watching Mary Kaye give her blow job until Mary Kaye's had came up and Barb tapped her watch to indicate that it was time to go. The man in the car with Mary Kaye went back into the pool hall and Barb got in her car and started it up. I saw Mary Kaye smile and say something and then wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. The backup lights came on and they backed out of their parking space and headed for Barb's apartment. I headed home to wait. At eleven fifteen Mary Kaye came in carrying the shopping bag I'd seen her carry out of the mall. I was sitting on the couch and she grinned at me and said, "If this little number doesn't light your fire you are dead and beyond help. Be right back." She hurried to the bathroom and was back in three minutes wearing a black something that would have give a stone statue a hard on. "Like?" she asked as she twirled in front of me. I just sat there watching. When I didn't respond she gave me a questioning glance and then came over and sat on my lap. She felt my hard dick and said, "Oooh, you do like." She took my head in her hands and went to kiss me, but I put my hand in the middle of her chest and shoved her away. She landed on the floor with a thump. "What the fuck did you do that for?" she yelled. "You haven't brushed your teeth yet." "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" "It means that you should at least brush your teeth and gargle with something before trying to kiss me after sucking off three black assholes in Grady's parking lot." "What are you talking about?" "I followed you tonight Mary Kaye. To the mall where you bought that rag and then to Grady's Billiard Parlor. I saw the whole sorry mess Mary Kaye, right down to your wiping your mouth with the back of your hand when you were done." Mary Kaye turned white as a sheet, started to blubber and then got up and ran for the bedroom. I got up and turned out the lights and headed for the spare bedroom. With the uncertainty now gone I didn't have any trouble falling asleep. I was up first and was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee and reading the morning paper when Mary Kaye came in, poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down across from me. I didn't look at her, just kept reading my paper and drinking my coffee. A couple of minutes went by and then she said, "I'm sorry." I ignored her and after a couple more minutes of silence she said, "Will you please put that paper down and talk to me?" I put the paper down and said, "I don't have anything to say Mary Kaye." "Well then, just listen to me. I'm sorry about last night. I don't know how I let Barb talk me into going with her and I'm not even sure how I ended up in the car with those men. I know it was stupid, but at the time it seemed so wicked and exciting that I got carried away. That was the first time I've ever done anything like that. I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't help myself. They all wanted to fuck me but I wouldn't let them and somehow giving head just didn't seem so bad. I'm sorry honey. I thought that I could do it just the one time and that you would never know." "Just the one time Mary Kaye? What about ..." and I named off all the things that had made me suspicious in the first place. Mary Kaye dropped her eyes, "Okay, I did some fooling around when I was out with the girls. I wanted to fit in. I had no idea that they had gotten so wild. I did some necking in parked cars and had to touch up my makeup before coming home and one time I let a guy get my bra off and feel my boobies and he kept the bra as a souvenir. Another time the necking got so hot that I had to get the guy off before he raped me so I gave him a hand job and he came all over my nylons, but no man except you has ever fucked me honey, I just wouldn't do that to you." "But sucking off black men in pool hall parking lots is okay?" "No, no it wasn't. I shouldn't have let Barb talk me into going with her. When we came out of the pool hall I told her that I changed my mind and that I wasn't going to do anything and that I'd go sit in her car and wait for her. One of the guys told me he would sit with me and keep me company. We were sitting there talking and then he reached over and pulled me to him and started kiss me while he pulled his cock out. Then he pushed my head down into his lap and told me to suck him off and do a good job if I wanted to get back to my side of town unhurt. He scared me, scared me bad. I was out of my element there and I was frightened and so I did it and then the other two wanted it too. When it was over and Barb got back in the car she asked me if I'd had fun and I smiled at her and said as sarcastically as I could that a good time was had by all and then I just stared out the window and tried not to cry as we drove back to Barb's. It was my fault. I shouldn't have been there and if I hadn't been nothing would have happened, but it did and I can't change anything now. All I can do is ask you to forgive me. I love you honey and I'll find some way to make it up to you. I promise." "Yeah Mary Kaye, sure you will." I put down my coffee cup and went to work. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That night when I came home from work Mary Kaye met me at the front door wearing a pink teddy, come fuck me pumps, and a smile. "Dinners ready, but maybe you would like desert first?" "Go put some clothes on Mary Kaye, I'm not interested." We ate dinner in silence and after dinner I went up to the bedroom and started moving Mary Kaye's stuff to the spare bedroom. "What are you doing?" "Moving you to the spare bedroom." "But why?" "You know why Mary Kaye. I don't trust you any more. I don't believe your story. I was watching and you didn't fight it, not one little bit, and I don't buy your stories about the other times either." "I'm not lying damn it! Everything I said is the truth." "Yeah Mary Kaye, sure it is. She watched me move her stuff for about five minutes and then she said, "What do I have to do to make you believe me?" "You can't Mary Kaye. The problem is that right now I can't afford a divorce so we are stuck together in the same house for a while. We will just stay out of each other's way and try and be civil to each other until I can get enough together to hire a lawyer. Look on the bright side, you're free to spend all your time with Barb now. You can go down to the pool hall with her when she goes to pull trains and you can suck all the black cocks you want and you won't have to hide it anymore." "Can't you get it through your thick head that I don't want anyone else but you?" "No I can't Mary Kaye, that's the problem here, I can't." The next two months went by and Mary Kaye spent all the time we were in the house together trying to convince me that she loved me, that she was sorry for what she had done and would do anything to make it up to me. She dropped her circle of friends, quit the bowling league and just stayed home. One night I came home from work to find that she had moved all of her stuff back into our bedroom. "I belong in here with you and I'm staying here and if you move to the spare bedroom I'll just follow. Get used to it. We are married, I love you and I'm not letting you go." And for two months I ignored her. One day on my way home from work I stopped at a bar and had a few drinks and as I sat there, knocking them down and feeling sorry for myself, I suddenly realized that I was letting my stupid pride get in the way. I loved Mary Kaye and that should have been enough for me to put what she had done behind us and to allow us to get on with our lives. Whether I believed her or not she obviously regretted what she had done, wanted to make it up to me and wanted to try and get the marriage going again. I put my drink down, left my change on the bar for the bartender and headed home. On the way I stopped at a flower shop and picked up a dozen red roses and then stopped at a liquor store and got three bottles of Mary Kaye's favorite wine. I was all smiles when I came into the house and called out for Mary Kaye, but I got no answer. I went looking through the house for her, but she wasn't there. I put the roses in a vase, put one bottle of wine in an ice bucket and the other two in the fridge and then I waited for Mary Kaye to come home. I'd waited just a touch too long to forgive her. She came home all right, but she wasn't alone.