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Rock Bottom

By: gymmyt



I walked into my tiny little one bedroom shit-hole of an apartment as tired as I think that I have ever been. My eyelids felt as if they weighed ten pounds apiece, and I was scared that if I sat down to take off my boots, that I would just sleep there on the couch. I rolled my neck around and considered getting a quick bite before I turned in, but I see that Anthony, my live-in lover, left the kitchen a mess, so I didn't want to bother. I just tossed my coat over a chair and... noticed two glasses on the coffee table. Hmmm. I listened intently in the dark, being as still as I could be. Murmuring sounds coming from the bedroom. Anthony gets his kid next weekend I thought, but, even then, it's a Thursday. I crept down the hallway and placed the palm of my hand on the bedroom door and pushed just a touch. Good, no squeaking. I held a riding crop in my hand and my fist tightened around it. Taking a deep breath, I pushed violently on the door and barged in. My boyfriend Anthony, the self proclaimed 'Italian Stallion' was on top of some whore pumping her cunt with his needle dick! I can't believe that they couldn't have heard me! I drew the riding crop back and as hard as I could, I brought it down on his balls. 

"THWACK!" The sound of slapped flesh filled the room.

"Urgh! Ohh!" His fat naked ass fell forward on the bed, fighting to maintain consciousness and get a breath at the same time. The Hispanic bitch that he was fucking absolutely freaked out and was yelling bloody murder. She ran towards me and I threw a beautiful left jab, right uppercut combo that cut her screaming short. I grabbed her hair and finally recognized her as the neighbor from across the hall. 

"Let's see what your husband does to you when he figgers out whatcha was doin'!" I dragged her the half dozen steps towards the front door and threw her naked ass out into the hall.

Let him deal with her, I thought. I had seen her many-a times with a nice shiner when the previous evening I had heard them yelling through the paper-thin walls of these condemnable apartments.

"Mariko! You...BITCH!"

I turned to see Anthony, cupping his rapidly swelling balls and leaning against the wall in the hall. I stood and waited for his inevitable bull rush. What was it about New York bred Italians that makes them think that they can 'lay hands' on their women? 

He raised his hands and ran at me. Fat, pathetic little man. I easily dodged his rush and stuck him good with a straight right to the temple. I didn't put my all into it; I wanted him to suffer a bit. 

His face was beet red and he shook his head, as if to clear out the cobwebs. Again, he ducked his head and rushed, this time swinging his fists like a helicopter rotor, and again, I easily dodged it. I was through playing with has ass, and I launched a knuckle missile that caught him right on the button, and his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell, losing control of his bladder, pissing all over his naked self. I watched him for a moment, just to make sure that he was out before I strode to the bedroom to grab some clothes prior to me splitting.

I was halfway through shoving clothes into a little knapsack when I caught my image in the mirror. I could see why that girl freaked out. I was dressed all in leather, thigh high shiny leather boots with a six inch heel, leather thong and bustier, elbow length leather gloves, blood red lipstick, black wig and even blacker make-up. She probably thought that I was some vampire or demon coming for her adulterous ass. I wasn't though; I was just coming home from a double shift as a Dominatrix. I'm damn good, too.

I grew up in a very fucked up family. My Japanese mother passed when I was seven and my brother, Benjamin was eighteen, and he left not long after. I don't remember a lot about him, just that he would call me every week to ten days to check on me and see how I was doing. He hated my dad, and I grew to feel the same way. I learned how to fight from my dad, who used to teach at a self-defense school and in the military before he hurt his back working on the docks. He taught me everything that I knew by using it on me first. It made me tough. I was eleven when he first made me perform oral on him, and not much later than that he was fucking me. He never would enter my vagina; he would put it in my ass, or make me suck it. He would always say that I was 'Daddy's Little Virgin'. I would lay awake at night and dream of horrible ways to kill him. 

The last time that I saw my brother was when I was thirteen. He was on leave from the military and he knew that something was wrong and tried to take me from Dad. My last memory of him was our tears running together down our cheeks as he fiercely hugged me goodbye. 

"Hold onto our special place, in here," He touched my chest, "go there when bad stuff happens and I will be there, O.K?"

I fought back a sob as Dad corkscrewed the rifle into Ben's ribs and told him to get out. They argued and cursed each other all the way down the drive. I couldn't hear what they were saying anymore; I could just hear the inflection in their voices. Ben pointed at me sitting on the stoop and said something to my dad and turned and left. That was fifteen years ago. I don't know what he said to him, but he never touched me again, in fact, he avoided me like the plague. Dad died two weeks prior to my graduation, and a lot of the town offered to take me in etcetera, but I was already eighteen and I really felt as if a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders.

I crossed the stage to get my diploma and kept right on going, jumping into dad's 1992 Ford Super Crew diesel and going to the big city, I didn't even shut the utilities off at the house, I never went back there. Luckily, father didn't believe in banks and after he died, I found his stash of cash; even then, I was not ready for the city life.

I was very athletic growing up, playing in organized sports year round, mainly to keep me away from that god-awful house, but, in spite of myself, I was pretty good. Couple that with being a shut in and not having anything to do but read, I became quite the expert in fitness and exercise, which helped me get the job as a personal trainer in a gym in Brooklyn. 

I was in demand, a blonde, 5'8" fairly good-looking woman. I had an aspiring body builder's musculature, tight ass and legs, defined abs, chiseled back and ripped arms. 

Then, after about two years, Arthur Manfrido walked in. 

This guy was something else. A moneybags 75 year old man who always got his way. Rumor was that he owned over half of the sex clubs in the city and was a tireless recruiter. He had heard about me through one of his paisanos. I flat refused him the first one hundred and fifty times that he offered me the moon, but, as my money ran low, so did my reserve. 

"Wit yer bawdy, baby!" He cracked in his gravelly voice, "We'll own the world!"

He took me in and gave me a lot, a set of 36 DD's was the first thing, short sexual sessions every other week, and training in the BDSM world. 

I took on the moniker of Mistress Pain and for over four years I was the Queen of the kinky world. It never failed to amaze me how many men wanted to be dominated, nay, humiliated by a muscular woman. My exotic look didn't hurt, either. I looked like my mother, a gorgeous Japanese native, but with the height and blonde features of my father. I have shit on men, pissed on them, made them fuck themselves with dildo's, whipped them, tied them up, you name it, I've done it. I got my fervor from the hatred I had for my father, and I took it out on those weak men that came to see me. 

Invariably, I screwed things up. I got involved in a series of dead end relationships with losers and started doing a couple of lines every now and again, then, more often. Arthur booted me himself, which is when I got hooked up with that fat ass Anthony. Now, I am homeless again. Broke, again. 

I sat on a bench at a bus stop to try and get my bearings. The cold wind whipped up around my legs and I realized that I was still wearing my uniform under my long coat. Not much protection from the cold. A solitary tear streaked my cheek as I realized the futility of the situation.

I snarled at a couple of men who stopped and asked me how much. I realized that I needed to get hoofing or I would get busted just sitting there. I bent down to get my bag...gone. FUCK!!!

I just doubled over and sobbed like the lost little girl that I was. Homeless and alone in a hard, cold city. I was at the end of my rope. I stood, deciding where to go next, when for some reason, I turned and looked at the bench that I was sitting on. The most familiar face stared back at me. Benjamin?

On the bench that I was sitting on was an advertisement for an attorney named Benjamin Harada, specializing in bankruptcy, divorce, yadda, yadda. I could barely tell if that was he. It looked like him, just older, with some gray around the temples. Very handsome. It then dawned on me that Harada was my mother's maiden name; he must have assumed her name when he left us. A wave of nausea rose in me, I hadn't seen him in fifteen years and couldn't find him when I looked for him, he had changed his name!

I half staggered to a phone booth and stepped in, trying to regain my breath as my trembling fingers picked up the phone. 

"Directory assistance, what city and listing?"

"Uhhh. Benjamin L. Harada, Brooklyn." I was scared.

"Hold for that number."

I almost passed out as the computer voice read off the ten digits.

I let the phone ring six, seven, eight times. It was after two A.M., I couldn't expect much. Disappointed, I went to place the receiver down when I heard a muffled voice.

"Hello!" I nearly screamed into the phone, excited as I could be for being this cold.

"Who is this?" An obviously tired voice asked, none too pleasantly.

"Benjamin Wistler?" I inquired, heart pounding.

Silence. Silence from both ends of the phone.

"Mariko? Mariko, is that you?"

I burst into tears, great racking sobs that took my voice from me. Finally, my storm abated and he asked me where I was. 

"Brooklyn Heights. East 37th and Glenwood." I responded, choking back the tears.

"Oh my god, how long? I am in Sunset Heights! Don't go anywhere, I am picking you up!" The phone went dead in my ear and I holed up in the phone booth for as long as I could, waiting out the cold. Finally, a nondescript late model Toyota Camry pulled to the curb. I watched as a man stepped out, scanning the area, looking for something, or someone. I left the phone booth and he turned my direction, locking eyes with me. 

I launched myself at him and he deftly caught me in a bear hug, not too easy when you realize that I am over six foot with my heels on and about 145 pounds. 

"Hey, hey, reunion time is later, let's go get warm, I have some coffee brewing at my flat, and you can explain these to me." Ben said, touching my boots.

I nodded and blushed, following him to his car. 

Several miles later, he pulled up to a nice apartment building and he led me inside. 

"Miko," He used a nickname that only he and mom would call me. "Let me get your coat, I'll hang it up."

"Uh, I really don't have much on under this, brother."

"Fine, upstairs to the left is the bathroom, go take a hot shower and grab some sleep clothes from the dresser. You look hungry, I'll cook something up."

I bussed him on the cheek, still trying to convince myself that I was with him again, and ran up the stairs.

While I waited for the shower to get hot, I stripped down and admired my nude form in his wall size mirror in his master suite. My muscular form would put off some men, but I was still girlish. I had both of my long, sensitive nipples pierced, my belly button, my clit, and both labia. Yeah, I thought that I was hot.

After languishing in the paradise of that steaming hot shower for a little too long, I got out, toweled off and began to look for something to wear, as I had nothing. I rifled through Ben's underwear drawer and nearly grabbed some boxers, but a colorful pair of bikini underwear caught my eye. I slipped them on and they fit like a pair of boy shorts, and they felt good against my shaved pussy. I slipped on an old Yankees jersey and looked at myself in the mirror, wet hair hanging around my shoulders, my tits made the fabric strain; my nipples were clearly outlined, even through the thick polyester. I undid the top two buttons, allowing my cleavage to spill out. Perfect.

I padded barefoot down the stairs when the smell of home cooking hit me and I realized how ravenous that I was.

"Wow, little sister isn't so little anymore!" Ben joked.

I struck a little pose as he pointed to the dining room table. He had made Okinawa soba, lettuce wraps and steamed rice, all traditional Japanese foods, none of which I had eaten since mom died. Ben just watched me as I inhaled plate after plate of the delicious cuisine. Finally, I sat back and pushed the plate away from me.

"You can eat!" He smiled. 

"Where is your wife, Ben?" I probed.

"Divorced." He answered. "Three years ago. She didn't like the fact that I was growing my own practice and had little time for her or time to start a family, so, off she went. I went to college after the military and then law school. As you can tell, I really immersed myself in learning mom's culture, I am now fluent in Japanese and Chinese and my clientele is mostly Asian. I am no big shot attorney, but I get by."

"You look like you do well." I told him, looking around the large, split level flat that he owned. "You look good, too!"

He blushed deeply. 

"Thanks. Your turn."

"Well, dad stopped fucking me after you came to the house that time when I was thirteen, he pretty much never said two words to me at a time, which I was pretty much thankful for."

Ben had a combination pitied/amazed look on his face. I continued.

"I bolted for New York city after I graduated and got tied up in the sex industry." I was doing my best to shock him, and it was working. "I am not a prostitute, I worked as a Dominatrix, and I had a client list that would rival Heidi Fleiss. I had gotten involved in some rather fucked up relationships and started in on drugs pretty heavily. Next thing that you know, I am out in the street, and I see your face on a bus stop bench. My guardian angel."

I smiled up at him nonchalantly as he was silent. He came towards me and took me into a hug.

"I am here for you now, we will never be separated again, honey. Remember our special place?"

I was bawling now, nodding my head and I reached out and touched his chest and then mine. We held each other for several minutes, both of us crying for the lost years.

We sat on the couch and drank hot tea until the sun was high into the sky. Ben called his office and told them that he wouldn't be in until Monday. 

"Come on, you need to get some sleep, I'll set you up in my spare."

"No, the couch is fine, heck it's a lot nicer than the bed that I had, I insist!"

He finally gave in and he retired up to his room. I nodded off briefly and was awoken by some random nightmare, not totally sure of where I was. Scared, I ran up the stairs to Ben's open bedroom.

He had kicked the covers off of himself while he was sleeping and I got a good view of him. He was about the same height as me, five-eight or so, but he's pretty wiry, thin with clearly defined musculature. I used to call him my 'Bruce Lee', because his body resembled his so much, and now, twenty years later, it hadn't changed. He was sleeping on his back, clad only in some boxer briefs that clung to his body tightly. I raised my eyebrows at the large bulge in his shorts. Very nice, I thought. 

I crawled into bed next to him and he stirred only briefly before settling back into a deep sleep. I propped myself up on my elbow and reached over, touching his chest with my fingertip, tracing his pectoral muscles lovingly. I grinned as his nipples stiffened; I love men's nipples. My finger made its way down his abs to the little dusting of hair above the waistband of his underwear, and my heart was pounding in my chest so loudly I thought that he would awaken.

I looked at the monster that was lying just beneath the cloth that was his underwear. I was amazed, the shaft was lying to the left, and the big flange of his cockhead was very apparent. I traced my fingertip down his long shaft and over the tip of his penis, and then I felt back up his length between my thumb and forefinger. I was shaky with the thought of the taboo that I was inducing. 

I sighed deeply and lay down with my head on his chest and fell into a heavy slumber.

I have been staying with my brother for nearly two months now. He was pretty strict with me, but he has helped me get over my drug problem, and now that I was clean, I went back to being a personal trainer. Benjamin is the only man that I have ever met that didn't want to just get into my pants, he is my brother, but I was in love with him. I kept telling myself that it was just an infatuation, which it wasn't real, but it has stuck with me like fine china white. 

Not that I haven't done everything in my power to get his attention aside from just jumping on him, I walked around the house in as little as possible, never with a bra, to no avail.

"Go get some clothes on, Miko." He would say. 

Finally, one Saturday afternoon, about two weeks before Christmas, I dragged him shopping with me. I was browsing through some blouses, selecting a couple to try on while listening to him complain about women shopping.

"Ben, you have never told me what the people at your office think of me."

"Well," He paused, "they like you, they think that you are a sweet girl."

"No," I stopped him, "what do they think I am?"

"What do you mean?" His face reddened, so I knew that he knew just what I meant.

"In all of the times that you have had get togethers, me being your sister has never come up, did you tell them that I am your lover?" I just asked him point blank.

Ben fidgeted around, playing with the zipper on his coat. He cleared his throat.

"I have, uh, never dissuaded them from thinking that you and I were, uh, together, no." He finally looked me in the eyes and I could see his honesty in them. 

I reached out and took his hand.

"Why?"

"My employees look up to me," Ben started, "and, let's face it, you are a very sexy woman. Once they met you and just placed us together...well..."

"So you think that I am sexy?"

"Shit yes, Mariko, very sexy. But you are my sister, what I think when you walk around the house in nearly nothing, I, I should be jailed!"

"I never thought that you noticed me!" I gushed, happy that his feelings were one with mine.

"That is a big step, Miko, and I don't know if we should take it."

As if to emphatically put an exclamation on his point, I stepped forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Step taken."

I wanted to get his opinion between the two tops that I had selected so I had him wait outside the dressing room door. I pulled on the form-fitting shirt and looked in the mirror. Nice, I thought. I cracked open the door and asked Ben what he thought.

"Very nice." He said, smiling and raising his eyebrows. For the first time, I noticed that his eyes crawled over my body, and I tingled to the core.

"Do you want to see the other one?" 

"Sure."

I snuck a peek into the narrow hall of the dressing area, then stood back and took off the top, baring my breasts to him. His eyes got as wide as dinner plates.

"Holee jeez!" Ben whispered.

I reached out and grabbed at the waistband of his slacks and pulled him into the dressing room, shutting the door behind me. 

"Piercings?" He said, astonished.

"That's not the only place!" I said, pulling his head down to my tits.


Rock Bottom



He didn't disappoint, either. He swirled his tongue around my super sensitive nipples, pulling the rings gently with his lips and teeth. I groaned in pleasure while I reached between his legs and kneaded his massive tube steak. 

"I can't believe this is happening!" He whispered.

I sat on the changing bench in front of him and nearly ripped his trousers getting them unbuttoned. In one fell swoop, I shucked his slacks and underwear to his ankles, and his semi-erect member bounced up and nearly hit me in the face. Giggling quietly, I pulled his thick, meaty cock with my hand, slowly jacking him off. I had dreamt of this on many lonely evenings, but I never imagined that his cock was this big. My tongue darted out and flicked away at a dollop of precum that was leaking from his penis. 

Fueled by my lust, I engulfed his cock, taking as much as I could of his length. 

"Oh, shit, Miko, your mouth is sooooo warm!"

I worked his cock like I owned it, stroking it in both of my hands and sucking and licking the wide mushroom-shaped head. I hadn't sucked a cock in a long time and it all came back to me quickly. While giving Ben a blowjob, I pulled my jeans and panties down, stepping one leg out of them.

I massaged his cock while he stroked my hair, whispering to me about how much he loved to see his cock in my mouth. His words drove me to new heights of passion.

"Oh..." He breathed, "I'm getting close!"

I squeezed the base of his cock as hard as I could in both hands.

"Don't you dare cum, don't you dare!" I squeezed it until I was sure that his will to explode had subsided and I stood and turned my ass to him, running my fingers through my bald pussy, soaking my lips with my river of juices. Reaching between my legs I grabbed his rock hard cock and ran it up and down my bare pussy, getting the tip good and wet.

"You are pierced all over!" Ben exclaimed, "That's hot!"

I leaned back and impaled myself on his tool, feeling it fill me up completely, like I had never been filled before.

"Oh shit, your fucking cock is huge!" I moaned, letting him slowly push himself all of the way in.

When he bottomed out in me, he began to piston in and out of me, forcing me to bite my lower lip to stop myself from screaming out.

The room was filled with the sound of his balls slapping against my pussy and of me trying to muffle my pleasured squeals. 

I was scared that we would get caught, but I was far too lust driven to stop.

"Cum for me, Ben, I want you to shoot your love into me!"

Within a half dozen more strokes, Ben erupted into my pussy, just as I let loose with an enormous orgasm myself, spent, his semi rigid cock slipped from my slick hole.

"Hurry up and get dressed, Miko," Ben said as he kissed my forehead, "this day can't end for us!"

We exited the dressing room as a sales lady approached. 

"What is going on back here?" She demanded angrily.

Ben grabbed my hand and we ran to the door.

"Just catching up on some old times!" I giggled.



Rock Bottom



The day I hit rock bottom started out pretty good. My young wife, Sue Ellen, woke me by flickering her tongue along the seam of my testicles. Already sporting morning wood, her wet tantalizing tongue had my cock drooling as I stirred from my slumber. 

"Mornin' Dubya," she teased. She called me Dubya which was my middle initial, my full name's Carl Wayne Evans. She flipped her black hair out of her face. Mischievously, her blue eyes shimmered. Huskily she asked, "Want a little pussy, Sweetie?"

Not quite awake I just nodded.

Sue Ellen flashed me a sexy smile and then trailed her tongue along the underside of my cock from the base to the head. It throbbed and danced in response. She gave the helmet a little, "I love you" kiss before twirling her tongue around it pursuing the seeping pre-cum.

I moaned and curled my toes to keep from busting my nut.

She sucked vigorously on my cockhead. Her eyes twinkled as I squirmed on the bed beneath her. Finally, her lips slid down my cock as she fully engulfed it. Gently she squeezed my bloated balls. With her lips at the base of my cock, she paused for me to catch my breath then drug her lips up the length of my cock momentarily sucking intensely on the glans before expelling my cock from her mouth with loud pop. She teased, "Oh Dubya, I just love your hard cock."

"Oh, Baby, don't stop," I groaned as my hard cock slapped my belly with a loud smack. 

Sue Ellen had other pleasurable ideas so she straddled my midsection, giggling. Pulling my cock up from my body she pointed it at the entrance of her wet pussy. Slowly, she lowered herself down my cock. Her blue eyes glimmered as she gazed into mine gauging my pleasure. At last, she was fully seated on my cock. She squeezed my cock with her cunt muscles. 

I moaned and curled my toes, fighting off the urge to cum. I reached for her 36C breasts, they're big, round and firm. I traced my finger down the faded white line of a stretch mark on the side of her breast, evidence that twice she has brought life into this world. Lovingly, I squeezed her breasts, one in each hand. As I squeezed, I captured her nipples between my fingers and gave them a playful pinch. 

Sue Ellen kissed me and I could taste my salty nectar on her tongue as it snaked into my mouth. Finding the sensation erotic I plunged my tongue into her mouth. She pushed up off my chest, breaking our kiss. She sat up then slid up my cock until its head almost slipped from her pussy. Lovingly her wet labia clung to my shaft driving to delight. She grunted as she glided back down my cock. She set a steady pace and began to diddle her clit. 

"I love your pussy, Baby," I huffed. I did, too. I loved everything about my wife's pussy. I loved the excited heady scent that flared my nostrils. I loved the way it looked, pleasingly pink and bald, save for a little tuff of black pubic hair trimmed into a little goatee just above her labia. I especially loved the way it felt, it was like my cock was tightly wrapped in warm, wet velvet. I just loved my wife's pussy. 

Sue Ellen's velocity increased. She was close to orgasm and I shifted my hands to her tight buttocks. Grabbing a cheek in each hand I helped her pitch up and down on my cock. She began to whine lost in her own lust. Savagely, I shoved a finger up her butthole. It was saturated with seepage from her snatch, she grunted at the sudden violation. Her cunt tightened its grip on my cock and I pinched her nipple. She pushed her palm hard against her clit as I pulled her nipple. Her eyes widen then blinked. She threw her back and howled. Her cunt spasm in rhythm to her yowls, "C-cu-cum-cumming." 

I softly said, "I love you, Babe. I love you so much."

She fell off me and rolled over on to her belly. She drew her knees up under herself and pushed her butt up in the air presenting her posterior to me. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistened with excitement. Her pretty pink pucker winked an invitation at me. Submissively she whispered, "Take my butt, Dubya."

I paused, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sweetie, fuck my ass."

Unlike a lot of women, Sue Ellen really enjoyed anal sex. She claimed it felt amazing. It was a totally different sensation for her than she got from regular sex. She said it was intriguing to have a hard cock inside her yet, not be in her pussy. The taboo nature of anal sex fueled her "naughty girl" fantasies. It was forbidden, therefore, all the more enticing and enjoyable.

I lightly traced my finger along the outline of the butterfly she had tattooed on the small of her back, her tramp stamp. Goose bumps rose on her excited flesh. I kissed each cheek of her butt squeezing them gently. I pleasured her by kissing, licking, and sliding my tongue up and down the insides of her butt cheeks and crack. Playfully, I darted my tongue in and out of her anus while sawing two fingers in and out of her cunt as she squealed with delight.

Satisfied that she was ready for penetration I withdrew my fingers and gave her ass a stinging smack, she yelped. I slowly slid my cock into my wife's asshole as she gasped in the rapture of pained-pleasure. My cock was sucked up her rectum like it was a vacuum. I began thrusting into her with abandon. Her cries only fueled my desire. I fucked her harder. My cock plunged again and again into her. I felt my cock twitch and I buried myself into her to the hilt. I hissed like a cobra as my cum burst from my cock sending hot frothy spurts of cum deep inside her innards. 

"Fill me...fill me... fill me with your cum," she cried as she reached between her legs and gently massaged my testicles. 

Spent I collapsed on the bed and lay on my back panting for breath. 

Sue Ellen cuddled up to me. She kissed my lips and ran her fingers across my skin, it tingled at her touch. She hugged me close as we basked in post-coitus bliss. She murmured, "I love you Dub. I haven't been this happy in a while. It's like we've been living under a dark cloud."

"I love you, too, Baby," I said as she rested her head on my chest. I stroked her hair, twirling a black wisp in my fingers, I added, "I feel like things are starting to look up now that I passed my mechanic's certification. I'll get a raise and we can finally move out of this trailer."

Sue Ellen's bewitching blue eyes gazed into mine. She said, "I'm so proud of you, Dubya, not only did you complete your certification, you've stayed out of trouble."

I smirked, "It's not like you've given me a chance to get in trouble."

"Hey Sweetie, it's time to grow-up. You're my husband and the father of my two kids, it's time you grow-up. You know what the judge said the last time you got arrested?"

"Yeah, one more drunk and disorderly bust and it's an automatic thirty days in jail," I whined then adapted a more belligerent tone, "I can do thirty days, no problem."

Sue Ellen sprang up on her knees and smacked my chest with the flat of her hand. Yelping, I rubbed the rising welt and glared into her smoldering gaze. She seethed, "Carl Wayne Evans you better grow-up. You're twenty-three years old for goodness sake. You might be able to do thirty days with no problem but your family can't. Mr. Swanson can't just give you a thirty day vacation, he'll have to fire you. No job, no income, no rent, I'd have to start shaking my ass on some stripper pole to keep me and your sons from living on the street. Is that what you want?"

"No, of course not" I stammered wilting under her onslaught. My arrogant attitude adjusted immediately to a more pensive one. Reaching for her I pulled her into an embrace and apologized, "I'm sorry, Sue Ellen. You're right. I do need to grow up and I appreciate you sticking with me when your folks were urging you to take the boys and leave me."

She hugged me tight and whispered, "I love you Dub, I love you so much. I'll do whatever it takes for us to stay together."

Dual thumps hit the floor in the next room announcing that our sons had awakened and were on the go. Sue Ellen jumped from the bed and headed to the bathroom. She said over her shoulder, "Feed the boys, will you, Sweetie. If I don't get a shower now, I won't get one all day."

"Sure Babe," I replied swinging out of bed. I grinned, watching the undulation of her sexy bare butt as she disappeared into the bathroom. I jumped into trousers and threw on a T-shirt. 

Finding the boys sitting in front of the television, I ushered them into the kitchen. I set a couple of bowls of oatmeal in the microwave then placed my youngest in his highchair and my oldest on his booster seat. They were two and four years old, respectively. I poured milk into sippy-cups and set them in front of the boys. The microwave chimed and I retrieved the steaming bowls and placed them before the ravenous children.

While they ate, I drank coffee and reflected on my life. I was twenty-three, like Sue Ellen, and worked as mechanic at Swanson's Studebaker dealership. I had been a star athlete in high school, earning varsity letters in football, basketball and baseball while Sue Ellen had been on the dance squad. I married Sue Ellen right after we graduated high school, having gotten her pregnant the night of prom. It just moved up what we had already planned to do anyway, but after we had both completed trade school programs. 

Leaving our Podunk town due to a lack employment we headed to the Big City where I got job at quickie oil-changing shop. It wasn't much, but it was a start and after two years and the birth of our second son I moved on to Swanson's. Where I continued to change oil but work my way up to other maintenance tasks on the big Studebaker diesel trucks that Swanson sold. With my diesel mechanic's certification I would get a pay increase and more interesting work. Life was good, with a bigger paycheck we could buy a real house and move out of the trailer park. 

Like most struggling young couples we had our difficulties along the way. Recently, I had compounded our problems. Twice, in the past six months, I had been arrested for public intoxication. Both incidents occurred after I got drunk and started fights with guys flirting with my wife. My drinking brought out my insecurities and I became extremely jealous. 

The first incident had been at a New Year's Eve Party at downtown hotel. It had been the first time Sue Ellen and I been out since our youngest had been born and her folks had come to town to stay with the kids. I had gotten drunk and when a stranger had given my wife a celebratory midnight kiss. I punched him in the mouth and the whole ballroom ignited into one big brawl. Needless to say, I got thrown in jail. Still suffering from a hangover the next day I told Sue Ellen's mother to fuck-off when she scolded me about my bad behavior. My In-laws hadn't forgiven me, yet.

The second confrontation was a month later at a Super Bowl Party at former friend's house. Embolden by drink he patted Sue Ellen's butt and said, "What a nice ass you have." In a drunken rage I tackled him and we went crashing through a sliding glass door. Amazingly neither of us was cut and we slugged it out toe-to-toe in the yard until the cops arrived. I had to spend another night in jail and I lost a good friend. Both times I was brought before the same judge and she made it perfectly clear that my third time would result in an automatic thirty days in jail. After that I knuckled down and devoted myself to getting my diesel engine repair certification. I passed my test yesterday. 

Sue Ellen radiated love as she kissed each of the boys when she came into the kitchen. She was dressed in skin tight black yoga pants which worked a sultry magic on her body. Hugging every curve of her adorable ass and the front seam descended into the deaths of her succulent snatch creating a captivating cameltoe. She wore a crop-top that didn't cover her midriff and revealed her blue sapphire navel ring. Standing at just five-feet tall and with her narrow waist her 36C breasts looked humongous. Her long black hair was pulled into a practical ponytail.

"Looking good, Babe," I said, then added after glancing at my boys, "I'd like to stay h-o-m-e and f-u-c-k all day long."

She took a sip of my coffee before pouring herself a cup and replied, "Well you can't because you have to w-o-r-k so we can e-a-t." 

"I'll go get ready." I said laughing.

Sue Ellen took her coffee cup and sat down at the table with boys. She finished the youngest half-eaten oatmeal cooing at him, "Mmmm, good."

After I shaved I went into the bedroom to dress. Hanging on the closet doorknob was a new gray mechanic's shirt from the dealership. Above the left breast pocket was sewn a patch with my name: C. W. Evans. Over the right breast pocket was another patch with: Certified Diesel Mechanic.

"Surprise!" hollered Sue Ellen from behind me. "Mr. Swanson sent the patches over yesterday. He wanted you to be prepared for your first day as a certified mechanic. I sewed them on myself." 

"Thanks, Babe." I said choking with affection as I slipped it on. I pulled Sue Ellen into an embrace and kissed her with passion. 

After a long moment she pushed against my chest breaking our kiss. She whispered, "You better get to work before we do end up fucking all day."

The shop foreman diagnosed a vehicle for me to work on and I spent the morning removing and replacing fuel injectors. During a work break my boss invited Sue Ellen and me out for supper that night to celebrate my certification. I called Sue Ellen with the news so she could arrange for a baby sitter. Thankfully, our next door neighbor volunteered for the job.

I hurried home after work to shower and change. Just exiting the shower into the steamy confines of the bathroom I was surprised by my naked wife, who had just returned from dropping the kids off next door. The sight of her nakedness gave me an erection so I reached for her. 

She glanced down at my cock, grinning, pleased that she could arouse me so. Teasing she said, "You're just going have to wait." Shooing me from the bathroom instructed me to wear the clothes she had laid out for me. She closed the door behind her so she could get ready.

I slipped into a white button-down shirt before pulling on gray dress trousers. Looking in the dresser mirror I struggled to knot a red tie around my neck then let it go, it was the best I could do. Wrestling into a blue blazer I felt blessed that I didn't have to wear a suit and tie every day. I sat on the bed and horned my feet into black dress shoes.

Sue Ellen opened the bathroom door wearing a little blue mini-dress. It had a scoop neckline which highlighted her cleavage. Around her neck and nestled in the valley between her boobs was a blue sapphire pendant on a gold chain. It matched her navel ring. She did a little spin that billowed the pleated skirt of her dress, revealing her sexy black thong. Her maneuver also divulged that the mini-dress had a V-shaped plunging back that made wearing a bra impossible. Her legs were encased in sexy black thigh-high stockings and her shoes were black four-inch heels. She had left her hair down and it flowed to middle of her back. Big hooped earrings dangled from her pierced ears. Her make-up was perfect. 

"You look beautiful," I choked with adoration. I moved to embrace her but she held me at arm's length.

"Uh-uh, Sweetie. I didn't make myself look this good so you could maul me before we got out of the trailer. Though, I do expect to get fucked silly later tonight. Here let me fix your tie."

We met Mr. Swanson and his wife at one of the finer restaurants in the city. The food was good and plentiful and Sue Ellen didn't hesitate to ask for doggy-bag to take our leftovers home. After supper, while the ladies were engaged in a conversation, I noticed that Mr. Swanson was drinking coffee while the rest of us enjoyed adult beverages. I asked him about it.

He explained that when he was younger that he had developed a drinking problem. He wasn't an alcoholic nor did he drink everyday but he would go on weekend binges that usually ended catastrophically. He said after a particularly painful event he swore off drinking and hadn't touched it since. Cheerfully, he bragged, "Swearing off drinking and the love of my good woman made me into the success I am today."

Pushing my beer bottle to the center of the table I admitted I had to be careful with the sauce too.

Mr. Swanson warned, "Sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can pull yourself out of the mud. I know I did."

With supper over and conversation winding down we said our good-byes. When we got to our car I pulled off my blazer, loosened my tie and rolled up my sleeves. Getting behind the steering wheel I sighed, "That's better."

Sue Ellen said, "That went well. I really like Mr. and Mrs. Swanson and I think they like us. Mrs. Swanson said you reminded her of her husband when he was young. She encouraged me to do whatever it takes to keep you on the straight and narrow."

Laughing I looked at my lovely wife and asked, "Want to go dancing?"

She cocked an eyebrow and hesitantly replied, "That would be nice but the kids are staying the night over at Katie's, why don't we just go home and fuck ourselves silly." 

To emphasis her point she raised her dress hem to show me her black thong. She held it up long enough for me to see the outline of her cunt as it clung to the material of her panty in a mesmerizing moose knuckle. 

When the hem of her dress fell back into her lap I looked lovingly into the deep blue pools of her eyes. I knew she really wanted to stay out and dance. It was so rare that she got the chance. I realized she didn't trust me to stay out of trouble so she was willing to forgo further merriment to avoid any trouble I might start. I pulled her over and gave her a peck on the lips. I vowed, "Babe, I promise to be good. You deserve a night on the town. You're already gussied up. Let's go dancing."

Sighing she acquiesced. "On one condition, you can't start any fights."

"You got it, Babe." I started the car and we left. 

In no time we pulled into the crowded parking lot of the Double Deuce Dance Club. The club was called Double Deuce because it was owned by a former professional ball player named Maurice Rivers who wore the number twenty-two for the duration of his career.

The dance club was crowded. I led Sue Ellen through the crush of people and found a bar table along the wall occupied by two young ladies who agreed we could join them. As my wife made their acquaintance I headed to the bar to get us all beers. 

A waitress with a tray full of Jello shots passed me as I made my way through the crowd. They were free so I grabbed a couple. I quickly downed them both tasting of the orange gelatin followed by the burn of vodka. The mob was around the bar was six deep. Another waitress wormed her way out of the swarm with a tray filled with green Jello shots. Once again I snagged a couple and guzzled them sputtering on the sour lemon-line flavor cut with tequila. I elbowed my way to the bar and order a bucket of beers. I was able to snatch another free Jello shooter while I waited my turn to order at the bar. This time the Jello was colored blue and tasted like berries soaked in rum. This one tasted the most appealing. With a bucket of long neck beers smothered in ice I headed back to table.

My forehead etched into frown when I didn't find the girls at the table but young well-dressed Hispanic man, maybe thirty years old with a pony tail and a mustache. I glanced around to make sure I had the correct table then asked with irritation, "Where are the ladies?"

"They left," his said with a bright smile. He held out his hand for me to shake but I ignored it. Attempting to ease my anxiety he added, "My name is Ramon, your woman is dancing with my compadre, Cesar."

Somewhat placated I shook his hand and sat the bucket of beer on the table top. I searched the clutch of nubile bodies writhing to the primal beat of the music on the dance floor. Finally, I spotted Sue Ellen as she waved for my attention, she knew I would be concerned and kept to the edge of dance floor so she could be seen when I returned to the table. I relaxed a bit and offered Ramon a beer which he declined preferring to nurse a Tequila Sunrise. I turned my attention back to dance floor and the man dancing with my wife. 




Rock Bottom



Cesar was a lanky well-dressed Hispanic man in his late twenties. He appeared to be a perfect gentleman allowing Sue Ellen to pace their dance. When she moved closer to him bumping and grinding her hips he boldly put his on her waist, surprising me she let him keep it there.

I bit my lip as a jealous pang punched my gut. I guzzled my beer, emptying it in a single swig. I had just put the second beer to my lips when I heard my wife's voice above the music.

"Is that for me?" she asked.

"It sure is," I affirmed and handed the beer to her. I asked coldly, "Who's your friend?"

Sue Ellen introduced Cesar and I reluctantly shook his hand, sizing him up. While my wife chatted with the two interlopers I battled my jealousy by slamming another beer. Sensing my mood she touched my arm and leaned into me saying, "Don't be moody, we can go home."

I looked for a long moment into her face. It was flushed with excitement and she was giddy from the warranted attention she was receiving from the two Hispanics. I chewed my lip as I weighed my insecurities against her much deserved good-time.

Reading my mind again she said, "I might dance with them but I'm going home with you."

"Then go dance," I declared with a laugh. I slapped her ass, a primordial act of possession, as she followed Ramon to the dance floor.

A waitress came by with a tray full of free whiskey shots offered by its distiller as an incentive. I took one and handed one to Cesar. We clinked glasses and I said, "Salud." 

Chasing the whiskey with another beer I watched Ramon and Sue Ellen dance. Ramon was a better dancer than Cesar. He was gliding, sliding and popping in time to the music's rhythm. He moved his hips to the beat of the song and his hands were in constant motion.

A slow song began to play and I headed to the dance floor to cut-in on Ramon and dance with my wife. Much to my surprise and irritation, Cesar jostled me aside and beat me to her. Sue Ellen wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms encircled her waist. The dance floor was so crowded they could little more than embrace and sway to the music. 

Mumbling I return to the table with Ramon. I was sure that Cesar had his hands on Sue Ellen's ass and was grinding into her but the mass of twisting bodies blocked my view. I sucked on my last beer incensed.

Cesar returned to the table while I was still finishing the beer. He subtly and successfully blocked my path to the dance floor ensuring Ramon got the next dance with my wife. 

I glared at him and muttered, "Fucker."

Cesar shot me a grin. "Your wife is very sexy, you are a lucky man."

Nodding I noticed his hard-on and bit my lip to quell my growing rage. I turned my attention to the dance floor and Ramon dancing with Sue Ellen. Grinding to the beat of the music his knee slipped naturally between her stocking-clad legs. Simultaneously, he grabbed the bottom of her thighs, leaned into her and picked her up off her feet. This smooth move caused her dress to rise up and give a glimpse of her thong as she slid down his thigh while he humped her.

"Fucker!" I shouted. 

Cesar, unaware of my growing fury, patted my shoulder and said, "I told you she was very sexy."

I pushed Cesar as hard as I could into the wall. The cheap drywall fragmented from his body crashing into it and he slid down the destroyed wall gasping for air. I grabbed the bucket, empty of beer bottles but still half-full of melted ice. Spotting my target I slung the contents drenching Ramon with the frigid water. Then throwing the empty bucket at Roman's head I screamed, "Cool off, Fucker!"

Caught by surprise and jolted from his horny notions he was just able to duck the bucket. It continued on its trajectory and landed right in the middle of a pulsating audio speaker knocking out the entire sound system. In the dead air I heard screams and stampeding bodies. Someone tackled me from behind. Everything went black.

Sometime later I awoke with a bump on my forehead. I was lying across a table in someone's office. I heard someone say, "He's coming around."

"Thank goodness," said Sue Ellen, pressing a wet wash cloth against my throbbing forehead. She pulled it off and pressed on my head. She frowned at me as I whined my discomfort. With concern she said, "Other than a goose-egg, I don't think you're hurt, Sweetie." Her tone grew more solemn as tearfully she added, "But, you're in big trouble. Why did you have to start a fight?"

I sat up and Sue Ellen helped me slide into a nearby chair. I was sobering up fast. The room came into focus, a rather large bald black man was sitting at a very expensive desk smoking a cigar. No doubt he was Maurice Rivers, the dance club owner and this was his office. Across the room leaning against the wall were Cesar and Ramon. "Punk finally awake, huh?" asked Maurice. "Lucky nobody got hurt when dey stampeded out of here. Da cops are on da way since some motherfucker, reported gunshots fired."

Sue Ellen replied, "Maurice I'm so, so sorry."

"Sorry just don't get it done, 'sides it ain't your fault, Pretty Lady, it's da Punk's fault." Maurice stabbed the air in my direction with the still burning cigar. "I ought ta get medieval on his ass, he cost me alot of money."

"You did practically put his head through the floor," glowered my wife.

"Yeah, yeah I did," Maurice chuckled then added, "It felt pretty good, too. I don't know why you put up wit his punk ass, you could do a whole lot better."

"I love him," was Sue Ellen's simple but heartfelt reply.

The big man behind the desk stood to his full six-foot-six frame. He easily weighed three hundred pounds, all of it muscle. He was near fifty-years of age with streaks of gray in his neatly trimmed Van Dyke beard and his head was shaved clean. He glared at me and sneered, "Da cops will haul this Motherfucker away and den I'll get me some restitution."

Tears rimmed Sue Ellen's eyes as she pleaded, "Please Maurice, don't turn him over to the police. He'll go to jail for thirty days."

Maurice shook his head, "He ought to be incarcerated. Son-of-bitch assaults two of my patrons, damages a wall and destroys a speaker, lucky the entire fuckin' sound system didn't blow. Den there's all the business I lost tonight. Dat's all, these unruly motherfuckers understand, incarceration and restitution. Trust me, Pretty Lady, I know, I grew-up in da hood."

"Please, Maurice, if he goes to jail he'll lose his job, we'll lose our home," pleaded Sue Ellen. When begging failed she proceeded to bargain, "I'll do whatever it takes to keep my husband out of jail."

"What cha' talkin' 'bout? You talkin' about fuckin'? I love fuck' you bitty gals that are all boobs and butt. Fuckin' is what cha' talkin' 'bout, ain't it?

"If that's what it takes, Maurice."

Maurice sat back down and shoved his cigar into his mouth. For a moment he studied my pretty petite wife while he rubbed his goatee imaging the pleasures of her body and mulling it against his financial losses. Looking for confirmation he asked, "Just ta be clear, your really willin' ta fuck me ta keep your man out of jail?"

"Yes Maurice."

"I don't know. Pussy's one thing and money's another. I gotta lot of property damage."

Sue Ellen unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor stepping out of it she stood before us in just her black thong, stockings and heels. Her pink nipples stood at rigid attention on her bare heaving breasts. The outline of her cunt was clearly visible beneath her thong in a well-defined cameltoe. Audaciously, she ran a finger up and down the folds of her labia. Her voice quivered with fear and excitement, "I think you'll find the pleasure I give you worthy compensation for your losses."

Across the room one of the Hispanics groaned loudly breaking the erotic and surreal spell.

I jumped up screeching, "What the fuck are you doing, Sue Ellen? I'm not going to let you fuck Maurice. I'd rather go to jail first."

Smack! Sue Ellen slapped me with all her might. She seethed, "Carl Wayne Evans, you forfeited any say in the matter."

My legs buckled under me from the unexpected blow, I was already dizzy from the bump on my head. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to refocus.

Mesmerized by wife's luscious body Maurice spoke up, "A fine piece of that white ass will go a long way ta soothin' my hurt feelings. But what about my patrons?" he asked nodding towards the two Hispanics. "I saw dem grindin' up on you, I think dey might be willin' ta drop da assault charges if you fuck them too."

Sue Ellen turned to the Hispanics and asked, "Cesar, Ramon is Maurice's proposal acceptable to you both? You'd drop the assault charges if I fucked you as well?"

In unison they said, "Si."

Without hesitation Sue Ellen said, "Very well but I want to set some ground rules."

"Rules? Do ya really think you're in a position to make rules?"

"Well, can I ask for certain considerations then?" She batted her eyes at him and added, "Please."

Maurice took a drag on his cigar and nodded. "Let's hear 'em."

"First, off I'm not some gangbang slut that all three of you can go at the same time. I'd rather fuck you one at a time."

I struggled back to me feet and loudly interrupted, "Sue Ellen, what the fuck are you doing? I'd rather go to jail."

Sue Ellen backhanded me, knocking me again down into the chair. Her knuckles turned white with rage Sue Ellen as she grabbed hold of the arms of the chair penning me in place. She rested the point of shoe on my crotch and bore weight down on it until my eyes widen in pain. She fumed, "If you go to jail I'll divorce you and you'll never see the boys again."

I wilted under her gaze. The full meaning of my wife's words struck me like a body blow. I gasped for air. Wild-eyed I searched her face for a hint of reprieve but there wasn't any.

"Do you want me to divorce you?" she seethed.

I shook my head negatively and whimpered, "No."

"Then shut-the-fuck-up and sit-the-fuck-still." She glared at me for a moment longer. Then she sighed heavily and turned back around to Maurice. "I'm sorry, where were we?"

Maurice chuckled. "You had just agreed to pull a train with me and my brown brothas. And, you was askin' for certain considerations."

"Yes, considerations," Sue Ellen nodded, "Yes, one at time and alone."

"Alone?"

"Yeah, I'm not putting on some sex show. I'm not going to have you guys hooting and hollering obscenities at me while you're waiting your turn. I'll fuck each of you, one at time, in private. It will make for a more enjoyable and more intimate experience for all of us." 

Maurice nodded, "Damn Pretty Lady, you ought to be sales. You sold me. This office should provide adequate privacy, dat way da fellas waitin' their turn can keep an eye on Punk."

Sue Ellen shook her head negatively, "No he stays here. He has to watch."

"What?" Maurice raised his eyebrows in startled surprise and so did I.

"That's his punishment. He has to watch me pleasure you guys. But you guys can't look at him and you can't say a word to him. You just pretend he's not here and it's just you and me."

Maurice chuckled, "Pretty Lady, you gotta mean sense of justice. Remind me not ta piss you off."

Tearfully I whined, "Sue Ellen, please, don't do this."

"Shut up, Carl Wayne," she sneered at me. Then softening her tone she asked the men, "Who has condoms?"

Maurice shook his head, "No condoms, Pretty Lady. I want to feel your flesh against mine, it's bareback or the deal's off."

"Okay, but you have to pull out when you cum."

"Agreed. But, no offense to da Vatos here, I don't share holes with anybody. So we each gona pick a hole ta fuck. One will fuck your mouth, one will fuck your pussy and one will fuck your ass. And, since I lost the most tonight, I get ta choose first and I choose your ass, ain't nothin' better than a fine piece of white ass."

Cesar spoke up, "I have a chica and she would not appreciate me fucking another woman. But, I don't think she would mind if I got a blowjob. I choose her mouth."

"Her sweet pussy is fine with me," said Ramon. His face splitting into a smile from ear to ear.

Sue Ellen didn't object but sought some control in her ravishment. "Okay, but I get to pick the order. Cesar, Ramon and then you Maurice."

The big man chuckled again, he was enjoying himself, and I doubted he had ever met a woman like my wife before. He said, "Just da battin' order I would have suggested."

A bartender stuck his head in the door, "Cops are here, Boss."

Maurice nodded and rose to his feet. He nodded his head at the Hispanics and they all exited out the door to give their statements to the police. Maurice paused before closing the door he said, "Be ready to rock and roll when we get back or all bets off and Punk goes to jail."

After the door closed Sue Ellen faced me. Her glare settled on me like a laser paints a target for a smart-bomb. "What happen tonight? You promised not to get drunk," she sniveled then sobbed, "you promised."

My eyes fell to the floor in shame. "I got jealous. I didn't like Cesar putting his hands all over your ass and I sure didn't like the way Ramon was grinding on you."

"You got jealous! Of them? So what if Cesar and Ramon got a bit too flirty. You're the one I love. You're the one I'm going home with. You know it felt good to be the center of attention for a change, to know that a couple of guys found me alluring after two kids. Besides you're the one I'm going home with. You're the one I love. What's wrong with you?"

Without lifting my eyes I mumbled, "I don't know. I can't stand seeing you with other guys. I'm afraid I'll lose you."

Sue Ellen dropped to her knees in front of me and hooked her forefinger under my chin bringing my head up, she said, "Look at me, Carl Wayne, look at me."

Reluctantly, I complied.

Her blue eyes glowed with warmth as she softly said, "I love you. I chose you. I don't want anyone else. Do you understand?"

Silently, I nodded.

She continued, "I knew your confidence was shaken when we had to get married before we were really ready. In high school you were such a big man on campus then all of sudden you're just another fish in the pond. I understand how that might shake your confidence, but I thought once you got your mechanic's certificate with that the sense of accomplishment, that it would restore some of your confidence. But I guess I was wrong. You know your real problem?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Fear and booze."

"What?"

"When people drink alcohol they usually gain a sense of courage but, it reduces you to your worst fear. The worst fear is the fear of the unknown. You see me dancing and flirting with a guy and you fear I'll go home with him and fuck him and then I won't want you anymore." She let that sink in for a moment, I knew she was right. Then she added with a harsher tone, "Well, tonight we're going cure you of that fear. You won't have to wonder what's like for me to fuck someone else. You're going to witness it, then you'll know what its like and won't have to fear it anymore."

I pleaded again, "Please don't do this, Sue Ellen, don't fuck these guys. Let me go to jail."

Her expression was stone cold. "It's a done deal, Carl Wayne. None of this would have been necessary if you hadn't broken your promise. We could be home right now fucking each other silly but I have to fuck these strangers to keep your ass out of jail. Here's where you grow up. Now, if you say anything while I'm getting fucked, if you do anything to interrupt me getting fucked, or if you leave before the last guy fucks me, I'll divorce you. Is that clear?"

I silently nodded. I had no choice. I relented and she took control. I helped her move some chairs around so that the poker table, the one I had been sprawled on earlier, could be moved to middle of the room.

She had me turn off the overhead light as she turned on the lamp from Maurice's desk and turned it around so it shone on the table. It illuminated the table like a spotlight and cast rest of the room in a dark shadow. She put her hands on her hips and said, "That ought to give you a good view of me getting fucked."

Those words made the enormity of my transgressions and the cost to be paid for those failings excruciating. The dam burst and a flood of tears flowed, I whimpered, "I'm sorry, Sue Ellen, I'm so sorry." 

As I cried my wife took me in her arms and held me tight. The rawness of emotion slowly faded and I reconciled myself to the fact that my wife was going to have sex with three strangers to keep me out of jail. So this was how rock bottom felt. After a bit voices could be heard from outside the door, she said, "It's time."

I wiped my face with back of my hand and as she had me take the whiskey bottle from bar in the corner and pour three shot glasses full of whiskey and line them up on Maurice's desk. 

Sue Ellen picked up her dress off the floor and draped it over the back of a chair. Reaching behind her neck she unclasped her necklace and handed to me and I put it in my pocket. She ordered me, "Take my panties off."

"Please don't make me," I begged.

"Uh-uh, this is your first act of contrition."

I sighed and dropped to my knees, hooked my thumps in the waist band of her thong and pulled it down her legs. The gusset clung tightly to her wet pussy. I had to give an extra tug to get it down. I noticed her pussy lips were already pouting for attention and glistening with excitement. The heady aroma of her cunt confirmed she was indeed aroused. With questioning eyes I looked into hers.

Glowering at me, she stepped out her panties and said, "When Cesar and Ramon were grinding on me, I got horny. I was so ready to take you home after that last dance with Ramon. Just think we could be home right now fucking each other's brains out. But because you got drunk, others will enjoy the pleasure that's rightfully yours."

Pausing she let me think about that then continued, "Your second act of contrition is to kiss each of my holes they are going to fuck. First my mouth." She bent and I whimpered then kissed her lips. "Now my pussy." She pushed my head into her snatch and I kissed her warm wet labia. "Now my ass." She clutched her buttocks and pulled them open revealing her pretty pink pucker and I kissed her butthole.

There was a loud knock on the door and Maurice's voice boomed from the other side demanding, "Let's get dis show on da motherfuckin' road."

Sue Ellen took a deep breath, pointed to the chair in the dark corner and ordered,"Go sit down, don't say or do a fucking thing or I'll divorce you."

Emotionally devastated I obediently shuffled my way into the corner and took my seat.

She picked up a whiskey shot and downed it. She placed the glass upside down on the desk. At the door she hollered, "Okay, send in Cesar."

The door creaked open and then quickly closed. Cautiously, Cesar came into the edge of the lighted area. He saw Sue Ellen in all her naked beauty leaning her bare buttocks against the table. His voice trembled with excitement, "Qué mujer tan guapa! You are so beautiful."

"Thank you Cesar. Let me help you get out of those clothes."

I sobbed. The agony of what was about to occur shot a bolt of anguish straight into my heart.

"Be quite, Carl Wayne," Sue Ellen snapped at me.

Cesar cast an unsure look in my direction, fearing a surprise attack. He voiced his hesitation, "I don't need to be naked for a blowjob."

Sue Ellen pulled Cesar by the arm toward her, "Don't pay any attention to him, Cesar. He's not going to interfere. Believe me, you'll want to be naked for this, I'm not going to suck your cock like some back alley whore. I'm going to give you oral pleasure like you've never experienced."

He relented and kissed him. It grew more passionate as she unbuttoned his shirt. Shyly he squeezed her breast when she moaned her consent he grew bolder and pinched her nipple which was acknowledged with a louder groan of pleasure from my wife. 




Rock Bottom



Once Cesar's shirt fell to the floor, Sue Ellen dropped to her knees in front of him and took off his shoes and socks. Looking into his eyes she unbuckled his belt then unsnapped his trousers before pulling them, along with his boxers, down. As he stepped out of his garments, she took in the length, width and breadth of his cock and let him know she was impressed. "Oh my, Cesar, you have an awesome cock. And you've shaved all your pubic hair, too."

He shrugged and replied, "Gracias. I shave because my girlfriend thinks it's sexy."

"She's right," agreed Sue Ellen before she took his cock in hand and gave it a little, "get to know you" peck. Then she stood up and Cesar groaned his disappointment. My wife shot him a mischievous smile and cooed, "Don't be like that Cesar, scoot around here, you'll enjoy this I promise. You're going cum like you've never have before."

She used Cesar's cock like a joystick maneuvering him around the table as she wiggled herself on top of it. Lying flat on her back she draped her head over the edge and assumed the position to deep-throat him. She turned her head in my direction and her look landed on me, confirming our bond and saying that what was about to happen, really doesn't matter. With her eyes on mine she says to Cesar, "I want to make this blowjob as sensual and intense for you as possible." 

I watched from the darkness. Intensely drawn and connected to the scene unfolding before me. Everything about it threw my emotions into turmoil. Anger seethed within me as another man caressed my wife's naked body to be tempered by the fear she would leave me if I react. Envy choked me as she answered his touch with an approving moan. My eyes connect with hers again, initiating an erotic desire inside me that I can't resist. My cock grows hard. I'm ashamed.

Cesar's dark lanky body towered over Sue Ellen's pale petite frame as she guided him to her mouth by his cock. He groaned as she ran her tongue along the seam of his balls just before she took them into her mouth and sucked on them forcefully. He stood on his toes and moaned. 

Sue Ellen spat out his balls and guided Cesar's pulsating cock into her open mouth. She grasped his hips and pulled him forward pressing him to slide his cock deeply into her mouth. It skimmed along her tongue past her epiglottis and down into her throat. She swallowed his entire length. 

"Ahh, that feels so good," responded Cesar with a husky voice. He stood on his tip-toes and enjoyed the vibration of her forced breath against his cock in her constricted throat. He took a breast in each hand and gave them affectionate squeezes while pinching her nipples between his fingers. 

Sue Ellen moaned her pleasure and reached between her spread legs to play with herself. She parted her labia smearing the wetness around her pussy. Then she plunged her middle finger into the depths of cunt while palming her swollen clit. She heard Cesar moan and his cock must have spasm with increased arousal and she urged him to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth with pleasure. Almost immediately she matched her fingering to his stabbing cock fucking her face.

Soon enough, the inevitable buildup occurred. Cesar's thrusts became quicker and their depth fluctuated from shallow to deep then back to shallow. After a few more passionate thrusts into my wife's mouth, he pulled his cock completely out and stroked himself furiously.

"Cum for me, Cesar," panted Sue Ellen before completely consuming his balls into her mouth and savagely sucking on them. She multitasked, pleasuring her pussy with one hand and twisting a nipple with other.

They arrived at orgasm at the exact same moment. Cesar hooted as his cum shot from his cock and splattered on Sue Ellen's neck and breasts. She howled as her quim quivered with climatic release. The desk light hit Cesar's cum splashed across my wife's body in a perfect way that marked her with his pleasure and left her with a gorgeous afterglow.

There is nothing more wonderful than mutual orgasm. I was crushed that another man had experienced it with my wife. My mind was battered by conflicting emotions, anger and fear wrestled with sorrow and guilt.

Cesar recovered and bent down to kiss Sue Elle, she had sat up to receive his affection. He said, "Never have I cum with such intensity, gracias."

"You are most welcome, Cesar and I enjoyed myself, too." She giggled as she watched Cesar hop into his trousers then slip on his shirt without buttoning it. As he picked up his shoes in full retreat from the office she added, "Have Ramon wait a few minutes while I gather myself."

"Si, mucho gracias." He closed the door behind him. 

Sue Ellen turned her attention to me. She wiggled her finger at me and demanded, "Come here."

Stifling a sob I got to my feet and realized I had a hard-on. I approached the table as my wife lay back down on it. With apprehension I asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Cesar had a really nice cock. If you hadn't fucked-up, that could have been you getting deep-throated instead of him. You know that don't you?"

"Yes," I whined.

"I see you enjoyed the show," she smirked after she caught a glimpse of my tented trousers.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it."

"Well you can help me. Lick up, Cesar's cum."

Stunned I stuttered, "What?"

"You heard me. This is your act penitence." Sue Ellen's tone indicated that she was not going to brook any resistance. "If you don't perform it, then you might as well leave and leaving is grounds for divorce. Now clean-up Cesar's cum or get the fuck out."

A wave of revulsion washed over me. There was another man's cum, covering my wife. I never imagined that I would ever see such a sight, let alone be required to lick it up. Tentatively, I lowered my face to her body. Reluctantly, I stabbed at a pool cum on her breast with the tip of my tongue. Tasting its saltiness I gagged. I whined, "Please, Sue Ellen don't make me do it."

"Carl Wayne Evans, do it or leave. Your choice?"

Submissively I sucked and loathingly I licked Cesar's cum from my wife's body. She cooed, contented with the tongue bath I gave her.

After all the cum was cleaned up, Sue Ellen ordered me back to my chair. She got off the table took another whiskey shot and put the empty glass on the desk upside down. She assumed the same pose she had taken earlier, leaning her buttocks against the table her nude body fully illuminated. She hollered at the door, "Alright Ramon, you're turn."

Ramon prowled into the office like a wolf. He caught a whiff of my wife's excitement. It wafted on the air like the aroma of a freshly baked pie. He followed his nose to the source of the enticing scent. Entering the circle of light he declared, "You are a most beautiful woman."

Sue Ellen opened her arms and Ramon pounced into them crushing her big breasts against his chest, he kissed her passionately. She returned his passion receiving his tongue in her mouth like her cunt would soon receive his cock. Pushing him to arm's length she broke their kiss and said, "Let me undress you."

This time I choked down my dissent and watched as my wife stripped the man who would soon be fucking her. I grew dizzy with the ramifications of it all. Irresistibly I watch the spectacle playing out before my eyes. Soon Ramon had nothing on but his pony tail and mustache. My face flushed with frustration as my wife dropped to her knees in front of Ramon and his impressive cock. My own grows shamefully erect.

She shot me a naughty smile, a gleam in her eyes communicated the lust she felt for Ramon. Her expression changed as her blue eyes connected to mine conveying a silent message of affectionate intimacy that surpassed the sexual intercourse she was about to experience. Turning her full attention back to Ramon, she gushed, "My goodness, you Hispanic fellows sure have nice cocks. Yours is mucho grande."

"Mushos gracias," he replied then boasted, "I'm sure you will find it truly pleasurable."

"I'm sure I will," Sue Ellen agreed right before she licked his balls. She teased him with feather-like flickers before engulfing both testicles into her warm wet mouth. She giggled around his balls as he groaned with gratification. After a moment she spat his balls out and ran her tongue along the underside his cock. It danced in her hand. She licked and kissed her way up his shaft then just took the mushroomed head into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she forcefully sucked on it while vigorously stroking the shaft.

Ramon stood on his tiptoes and hissed, "Mamacita. You better stop that before I bust a nut. I want to get my cock into that fine pussy."

Sue Ellen spat out his cock then gave the head another little kiss before she held out her hand for Ramon to help her up. She wiggled onto the table and rolled onto her back. Turning her head my direction she spread her legs wide, an open invitation for Ramon to fuck her. 

I choked back a whimper and gripped the arms of the chair with white knuckles. A tear trickled down my cheek.

Ramon gazed upon her succulent spread pussy. He licked his lips and excitedly huffed, "Qué hermoso."

Sue Ellen giggled and asked, "What's that mean? It sounded lovely."

He looked adoringly into her eyes and spoke with a reverent tone, "I said you have a very beautiful pussy."

My wife smiled up at him and teasingly ran her forefinger up and down her gaping gash. She said "Glad you like it. My husband says it feels even better than it looks."

Momentarily they both looked in my direction and a tidal wave of humiliation swept over me. They turn their attention back to each other as Ramon said, "I have no doubt, but before I fuck you, I want a taste of your sweet pussy. I have thought of little else sense we danced tonight."

She asked demurely, "Do you eat pussy as well as you dance?"

"Better," Ramon snickered with confidence. He picked up her leg and kissed her stocking-clad ankle then her knee, slowly he worked his way up her to succulent thigh, brushing the hair of his mustache on her bare skin above her stocking top before sucking little hickeys on them.

Her pussy splayed wide before him like a blooming rose and her fragrance beckoned him to indulge. Nipping one of her pussy lips lightly with his teeth he tugged it from side to side between snake-tongue flickers to her interior. She moaned her pleasure, tangling her fingers in his ponytail and dragging his face down into her pussy. Placing his skilled tongue against her pussy he gently but forcefully worked his way into the folds of her cunt. When he slid two fingers into her simmering snatch she gasped at the penetration and muttered, "Feels...good." 

When her clit peeked from its hood, he darted his tongue against it, she babbled unintelligibly as her body was racked with pleasure. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his thumb. Meanwhile, he worked his saturated middle finger up her butthole while she clutched the sides of the table growling. He pinched his finger and thumb together like he was carrying a six-pack and at the same time he gently bit her clit. 

My wife arched her back and screamed while her body convulsed with orgasmic gyrations. Suddenly, she collapsed into silence. Looking in my direction through half-open eyelids she feebly smiled at me. She turned back to Ramon, whose cock danced with desire as he stood between her still spread legs, his eyes smoldered with a lustful fire and his muscular chest heaved with excitement. Reaching up she seductively racked her fingernails across his six-pack abs. She giggled as his taut muscles trembled beneath her touch.

Ramon put his hands behind her knees and pushed them to her breasts as she seized his solid cock and guided into her wet wanton cunt. He slowly sank his cock into her until his bloated balls rested against her pretty pink pucker. Warranted gratification caused them both to moan. 

"So big, so hard," she groaned, clutching his ass she dug her nails into his flesh. Her eyes widen in stunned disbelief as her cunt convulsed around his cock in sudden climax. She shut her eyes and wailed, "Ahhhh!"

Ramon hissed and fought back his own orgasm as my wife's cunt squeezed his cock like a velvet vice. He huffed, "Mamacita, your pussy is so responsive."

Once Sue Ellen recovered, she demanded, "Fuck me, Ramon. Fuck me hard, fuck me fast."

With that kind of encouragement Ramon pummeled her pussy to a pleasurable pulp. He set a fantastic pace that drove waves of ecstasy throughout her body. The table rocked and cricked beneath my wife in tempo to their frenzied fucking.

As he hammered his cock into my wife again and again, her big breasts bounced to and fro like they were directly propelled by his cock. She hooted her pleasure, "Oh, oh, oh, oh."

With a lump in my throat I watched mesmerized as Ramon pleasured my wife. A tear trickled down my cheek as my deepest fears came to fruition in front of me. Comprehending that it was actually my responsibility, my inability to rein in my jealous rage that had led to my wife's ravishment, which hurt most of all.

Sue Ellen must have sensed my complete dismay. She glanced in my direction, our eyes locked, she smiled and silently mouthed, "I love you."

A wave of relief splashed over me and my jealousy washed way. In that moment, with the realization, that in the midst of her ecstasy my wife had affectionate thoughts of me, made me feel more secure in her love than any other time in our marriage. The fact that I felt so loved by my wife while she had another man's cock in her cunt was mind-blowing. I swallowed hard, a physical symbolization of swallowing my selfish pride.

She turned her attention back to Ramon and pinched and twisted her nipples squealing with depraved delight. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Bueno coño!" he huffed in response to her feral mating call.

Sue Ellen must have felt Ramon's enormous cock grow inside her and she surmised he was ready to cum. She fiercely reminded him to pull out of her pussy before he shot his load.

He had barely withdrawn his cock from her quivering quim before spewing spunk like buckshot across her body from her vulva to her breasts. He howled, "Arre! Arre! Arre!" 

Sue Ellen pursed her lips and firmly squeezed his contracting balls. She stroked and squeezed his shaft milking one last drop of cum from his cock. When he was depleted she leaned back on her elbows. Looking down at her torso, which was covered with Ramon's cum from her breasts to the top of her thighs, she giggled. She complimented him saying, "Wow, Ramon, that is a lot of cum." 

He smiled at her returning the praise, "You inspired me Mamacita. Mushos gracias that's the best fuck I've ever had."

After an affectionate peck on the lips she said, "You were right Ramon, I did find you cock to be very pleasurable."

Smiling Ramon picked up his clothes and left the office, promising to ask Maurice to wait just a bit longer for his turn to fuck Sue Ellen.

As soon as the door clicked shut Sue Ellen lay back down. She exhaled heavily then instructed me, "Carl Wayne, you know what to do."

I rose from my chair in a stupor wrought with raw emotion. My cock was glued to my boxers with drooling pre-cum. I had to adjust it to walk. With passion I kissed her tenderly and said, "I love you so much. I appreciate you, uh, reassuring me of your love as he, uh, you know, fucked you."

"I do love you, that's why I'm doing this," she replied with a tender tenor. She pushed me towards her torso and with a raspy voice mandated, "You have penance to perform, clean me."

For the second time tonight, I was to lick another man's cum from my wife's body. My revulsion from earlier had turned into an unadulterated desire to please her. Extending my tongue I lapped the pearls of cum from her breasts as she sighed her approval. Sucking up Ramon's spent seed I worked my way down her torso. I licked all his cum from her belly uncovering her blue sapphire navel ring that had been buried by his goo. I moved between her legs noticing that the hickeys Ramon had sucked on her thigh were already turning purple. Her pussy gapped opened. It looked distended and well fucked, Ramon left teeth marks on her labia. I sucked his cum from her mound. Here the salty taste of his cum mixed with the delectable tang of her cunt into ambrosia.

Sue Ellen let out a low and deep moan then murmured, "You're getting really good at cleaning up another man's cum, Sweetie."

I had a mouthful of cum and I lifted my head until she could see my face. Then I opened my mouth, displaying the contents, then I closed it and swallowed. I sucked and licked, scouring her pussy of the vestiges of Ramon's cum. I noticed her clit was unsheathed so I sucked it forcefully.

Lifting her butt off the table she bucked her pelvis with the rising wave of climax, somehow I managed to keep my mouth on her clit and sucked even harder. The table quivered beneath Sue Ellen as her orgasming body quaked on top of it. She cried out, "Yes, Yes, Yes."

I repositioned myself and kissed my wife on the lips. Thrilled that I had gratified her I whispered, "You look so beautiful when you cum. I love you, Babe."

"I love you, too, Dubya." She sighed then ordered, "Help me up, then get back in your chair."

Once she was grounded, Sue Ellen walked on trembling legs to the desk and downed the final shot of whiskey turning the empty glass upside and placing it back on the desk. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and returned to the table and struck her usual pose. She hollered at the door, "Okay Maurice."

He charged through the door like a bucking bull just released into an arena. His eyes glowered with lust and his nostrils flared, sniffing the sex scented air. He snorted, "About fuckin' time."

"I'm sure you'll find the pleasure was worth the wait," replied my wife to the stampeding giant.

"I better, Pretty Lady," he growled. He took her in his powerful arms and her petite frame melded into him. The color contrast of his dark skin on her pale shade was hypnotic. His hands found her bare buttocks, he squeezed them and pulled her into him. He kissed her brutally.

Looking at Maurice's dark six-foot six hulk towering over my fair diminutive wife's five-foot even frame brought to mind Jack and the Beanstalk. I altered its famous ditty, "Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the pussy of a white woman. I'm here to get me some and I'll fuck her until I cum."

Maurice reached for one of my wife's creamy white breasts. It seemed to disappear beneath his huge black hands as he squeezed it. He smiled, appreciating her responsiveness as she moaned. Bending his head, he sucked her nipple into his mouth while continuing to squeeze her breast.

"That's it Maurice, that feels so good," murmured Sue Ellen. She encouraged him to suckle by running her hands over his black bald head. She felt the giant's very large and very erect cock pressing against her through his trousers. She pushed him away from her breasts. 

She stood on her tiptoes and slid his blazer off his wide shoulders, she let it drop to the floor. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, planting a kiss on his dark hairless chest as she undid each button. Soon his shirt joined the jacket on the floor. Dropping to her knees she unzipped his trousers and his monster cock sprang out like a ferocious predator on the prowl. 

"Oh...my...goodness," exclaimed Sue Ellen. She gaped astonished. "Maurice, you are hung." Nervously she added, "I don't think that ginormous monster will go up my ass."

He chuckled, "Don't you worry, Pretty Lady. My beast gona give you da best fuckin' of your life." 

She shrugged still unsure and took his colossal cock firmly in her hand. Studying it for a moment then kissed its behemoth head before twirling her tongue around it, lapping up its seepage. Teasingly, she stabbed her tongue into his piss slit. 




Rock Bottom



Maurice jumped like a bee had stung the tip of his cock. He decreed, "Dat's enough of dat." 

Pulling my wife up off her knees, he shooed her towards the table then finished ripping his trousers and shoes off, tossing them aside. He joined Sue Ellen at the table and bent her over it. He peered in my direction and barked, "Punk, 'fore I fuck your wife's ass you better get it ready for me. You don't want me ta rip her a new one do you?"

Numbly I joined them at the table ready to receive further emotional retribution but determined to abet my wife the best I could. I stood behind Sue Ellen for moment and admired her posterior, I said with heartfelt affection, "Babe, you have a beautiful ass."

"She sure does and I can't wait ta tap it. So get busy gettin' ready for me," sneered Maurice, feeding his mammoth member into my wife's mouth.

Sue Ellen engulfed just his cockhead hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on it with lust fueled intensity. Feverishly, she stoked his long shaft with both hands smearing her slobber all over it.

He growled, "Dat's it Pretty Lady, dat's da way ta suck my cock."

I dropped to my knees behind my wife determined to prepare her for Maurice's colossal cock. I kissed each of her buttocks before spreading her cheeks apart, revealing her pretty pink pucker and her well-fucked cunt. I kissed her distended labia and used my tongue to explore it.

She signaled her pleasure with my oral manipulation by groaning raucously around Maurice's cock, I'm sure he enjoyed the vibration, as she continued to work her own oral magic on him.

My tongue grudgingly departed her pussy, replaced by two of my fingers. The wet soppy sound of my digits sawing in out of her cunt added to the erotic symphony of Sue Ellen's groans and Maurice's moans. I kissed her taint. Then I pushed the flat of my tongue against my wife's anus.

Her body shivered like she had just received an electric shock. Her muffled moans sounded like wet hedonistic whimpers of delight. 

I slithered my tongue like a snake teasing my way into the interior of anus. Removing my fingers from her pussy, I wiggled them carefully into her butthole. Twisting them in clockwise and counter-clockwise motions I stimulated her anus, relaxing it. To diminish her discomfort I returned my attention to her clit and teased it with my tongue tip. I spread my fingers open like scissors, stretching her rectum in preparation for the giant's girth. Intensifying her pleasure I sucked hard on her clit.

Abruptly Maurice ordered me to stop. Reluctantly but obediently, I withdrew my fingers from her ass and moved out of his way. He tore around the table like a rampaging bull.

"Nooo!" objected Sue Ellen with a stomp of her foot. "I was about to cum, you fucker." 

With a laugh Maurice pushed her back down on the table. He savagely slapped her ass with his open palm. The smack echoed off the walls of the room. He commanded, "Be still, Pretty Lady."

"Ouch," she protested. She froze as Maurice in a single thrust slid his gargantuan cock into her well-oiled pussy clear to his huge cum-filled testicles. It was unexpected and produced an unadulterated moan of pleasure from deep within her.

Maurice paused, fully seated in her pussy enjoying her cunt muscles contracting around his cock. Heartily, he huffed air into his lungs. Tamping back the urge to cum he gasped, "Pretty Lady, you got a sweet pussy."

Grabbing her hips for leverage he plunged his cock into her pussy again and again with vicious velocity as she whimpered, "oh, oh, oh, oh."

Suddenly, Maurice pulled his cock completely out of my wife's cunt. She whined her disapproval, fell silent and stiffened when she felt the blunt helmet of his cock tap, then penetrate her well anointed anus. Puffing and panting as pain pulsated through her interior she clutched the sides of the table white-knuckled as he slowly inched his colossal cock into her ass.

Tearfully she sobbed, "Maurice, please stop, you're ripping me apart."

He growled.

She begged, "Just fuck my pussy, please Maurice, just fuck my pussy."

I grabbed his arm and forcefully interjected, "Maurice! Stop it! You're hurting her, that's not part of the deal." 

He stopped pushing his cock into her. He glared at my hand on his arm. His blazing eyes locked with mine and he said,"She'll be fine, the pain will pass and turn to pleasure." He pushed me away and snarled,"Why don't you make yourself useful by playin' with her titties?"

Stumbling around the table I dropped down in front of Sue Ellen. I reached beneath her and tenderly squeezed her breasts. My wife looked at me with pain-glazed eyes and smiled weakly. I pulled and pinched both her nipples redirecting her focus from her ass to her breasts. 

Maurice mollified her with a soothing voice, "Relax Pretty Lady. Da pain will pass. Trust me, you gona love dis." More gruffly he enjoined her, "Finger your cunt, it will help."

Acquiescently Sue Ellen sank two fingers into her twat. She worked on her cunt as I worked on her breasts and sooner than I thought possible she groaned, "Go ahead, Maurice. Fuck my ass."

With those words encouragement Maurice jammed the rest of his cock into my wife's butt in single thrust. As her butthole fully engulfed his cock she barked. Now that my wife was more amenable Maurice slowly withdrew his cock from her butt. When the head was ready to escape her anus he just as slowly slid it back into her again. He repeated this slow tease again and again. He voiced his approval, "Pretty Lady, ya got da tightest ass I ever tapped."

Her pain faded quickly, replaced by gratification. Soon she was whimpering "oh" with his withdrawal and whining "ah," upon his renewed penetration. Lost in pleasure she babbled nonsense words of lust, "Cock, big cock, so big, good, so good, make me cum."

His passion inflamed, Maurice thrust his cock into my wife like it was rocket blasting from earth. A high pitched squeal of delight escaped her lips. He responded with a primordial guttural growl. Lost in animal-like lust he pounded her ass without mercy. 

Sue Ellen screeched as Maurice pulled her up by her hair. Ripping her fingers from her snatch she grabbed the table edge with both hands to keep her balance. Her back arched and another inch of Maurice's cock disappeared into her ass. Tears ran down her face as he buried every inch of his mammoth cock deep into her butt. Cum shot from his cock blasting deep into her insides.

"Bah-hah," he bellowed, complete gratification resounded in its deep bass reverberation. 

Fumbling between her legs Sue Ellen found and urgently squeezed his balls as they emptied their contents into her innards. She cooed tenderly, "Cum, Maurice, cum."

After he had spent himself, Maurice reached purposefully between her open legs and with his cock still fully impaled in her ass. He pushed his large fingers firmly against her agitated clit. He curtly ordered, "Cum Pretty Lady, cum now."

The pleasing pressure on her clit mixed with the satisfying fullness in her ass required further stimulation to ignite the fuse for an orgasmic blast. Her wide eyes of desperation fell on me. She pitiable pleaded with me, "Pinch my nipples, Sweetie, pinch my nipples hard."

I complied. Taking a nipple in each hand between my thumb and forefinger I slowly applied vice- like pressure until her nipples completely flatten. I watched her eyes to gauge my effectiveness. 

Her eyes widen and she fervently clutched my forearms. A low rumble began deep in her core and grew into a full blown scream of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled over white as the dam of orgasm breached. Ejaculate spewed from her cunt and splattered with a whoosh on the floor. She wailed, "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"

"That's it, Baby," I cheered. My eyes widened in shocked disbelief as my hard cock spit a spurt of cum into my boxers. I had such a powerful sympathetic connection to my wife in this moment and I was so aroused by her sexual experience I ejaculated without further physical stimulation.

Completely spent, Sue Ellen collapsed on the table barely conscious. She was, I thought, more sexually satisfied than she had ever been. She expelled Maurice's softening cock from her ass with a grimaced grunt.

Freed from her clutching passage he found his trousers and put them on. He said, "That was incredible, Pretty Lady. Sorry about not pullin' out, my bad. But your ass felt so good, too good to pull out of. 'Sides, the Punk cost me way too much money ta deny myself the pleasure of fillin' your ass with my cum."

I kissed Sue Ellen and whispered in her ear, "I love you Babe. You okay?"

Sue Ellen stirred and hoarsely uttered, "Yeah, I'm just so sexually satisfied right now. It's like every fiber of my being is content. I feel like I've overdosed on pleasure."

I smiled. I was truly happy for her. 

She request that I help her stand then she pointed to her dress and I passed her the thong resting on top of it. She wadded it up in her hand without putting it on. She had me slip her dress over her head. 

Maurice lit a cigar and blew a smoke ring. He said, "Punk, you got a good woman better than you deserve, you do right by her. She loves you." 

I silently nodded. 

Sue Ellen leaning on me as started to leave. She stopped at the door and grabbed the doorframe for support. She shot a weak smile at Maurice and said, "Maurice, it was a pleasure. I've never ejaculated before, thanks for the experience."

His laughter rumbled throughout the room. He winked at her and declared, "Da pleasure was all mine, Pretty Lady. Ain't nothin' better than a fine white woman's ass and Pretty Lady, you got da finest ass I ever fucked."

After we got outside she looked at me and said weakly, "I don't think I can walk any further."

Reassuring her with a smile I lifted her pleasure pommeled body into my arms and carried her to the parking lot. I managed to unlock the car without dropping her and scooted her inside right next to me.

Resting her head on my shoulder she soon succumbed to sleep. A deep cloying slumber that only comes from complete and total sexual satiation.

I mulled over the events of the evening. At this hour there was little traffic to worry about. My wife had predicted she would get fucked silly tonight and she had, just not by me. I was astounded that my jealously had totally disappeared. I surmised it was because even after the great fucking Sue Ellen had received from the well hung strangers she was still going home with me. I was at peace. Before I knew it we were home.

"Sue Ellen, we're home," I said as I gently shook her awake. I asked, "Do you think you can walk?"

She yawned, blinked then nodded. She scooted out of the car and wobbled bow-legged into the house grasping my arm for support. The door to our mobile home closed with tight snap. She paused in the dark living catch her breath clutching the recliner. 

"You,okay?" I asked, turning on the living room light.

"I'm fine, but your're not." She looked at sofa, then pointed to it and said, "You sleep there."

I started to protest but she put her finger to my lips and shushed me.

She kissed my lips then said, "Dubya I love you. You know that don't you?"

I silently nodded.

"You understand that tonight was just sex," she chuckled holding her lower belly with a grimace, "great sex, I've never cum so much in my life but it was just sex nonetheless. While physically satisfying it didn't mean anything to me. I love you, when we have sex it is a physical expression of my love for you. Do you understand?"

I nodded again.

"Good, but Sweetie, you're going to spend some time in purgatory. Here take this," She handed me her worn thong. She saw the question in my eyes and said, "That's as close to my pussy as you're going to get for a long time, like the next thirty days."

I nodded and watched her shuffle sorely down the hall to our bedroom. The door closed and locked. Instead of being locked up in jail I was to be locked out of my bedroom. I made up the sofa and turned off the lights. I lay down in my boxers and picked up my wife's worn panties. I brought them up to my face and deeply inhaled her fragrance like a junkie sniffing glue. I grinned, yeah, I could do thirty days, no sweat.

My cock hardened as I sniffed her thong intensely again. I began to slowly stroke it. I replayed scenes of my wife's ravishment over again in my mind. The most erotic scene for me was the amorous look on her face as she turned to me while Ramon's cock was buried in her gorgeous pussy and she mouthed the words, "I love you." I picked up speed and flogged my cock for all I was worth. A low moan escaped me as my nut sack tightened. I unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum hissing, "Sue Ellen, I love you."

The day I hit rock bottom I learned my lesson. My wife totally loved me and the only threat to that love was my unfounded jealousy. I'll never take another drink of alcohol as long as I live.