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Just The Way It Is!

By: DG Hear



Thanks to 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for editing my story. Regardless of content, they take the time to do a great job of editing.

To the readers: Before you tear me and my story apart, I need to tell you that every now and then we writers, if I may call myself a writer, think about dark things in life like everyone else. We want to write about them but some writers are afraid of what some of our avid readers might think. So with that said and if you like DG Hear's love, romance, happy ending and love ever after stories, you may not want to read this one. Lots of hate, sex and perversion in this one. You have been warned.

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Chapter 1

Everyone and I mean everyone has a dark side. The side they don't talk about, they don't tell others, not even friends. It might be something like almost having an affair or actually having one and then living with the possibility that your spouse might someday find out. In one sense, you want to tell him/her but you know it will change your life forever, even if you stay together. You ladies out there hope the kid belongs to the husband. With DNA out there, you hope he never takes that test.

Most dark sides for the lucky ones are fantasies. Maybe cheating or watching the wife with another man. We guys sure wouldn't want that to get out, would we? Makes us look like a wimp, a cuckold. We love to read the stories about these wimps and give our comments how sick they are, but deep down we wonder if it wouldn't be something if we could do it and then go back and do that part of our life over. Think about it, maybe even you could set it up. Get the little lady drunk and then watch her get used. Fucked by friends or strangers. Letting them do all the things to her that she tells you, "You can't do." Then, 'Presto' you erase that day, your lovely wife lives that day over, everything's normal but you keep it in your memory.

Think of the opportunities sexually for you if we could do that. Wow, group sex, wife swapping, maybe getting the women that would never let you near them. It would be like in the movie 'Ground Hog Day,' living the day over and over again. It would be one fucked up world, wouldn't it, if we had that kind of freedom. Especially for the sickos like me. You see, I lived some fucked up fantasies. 

I'll tell you about a few incidents in my life. I think I started out as a pretty normal kid - nice childhood, good parents, did good in school. I grew up in a lower-middle-class neighborhood. I had lots of friends and I was more or less the leader of our group of friends so it wasn't peer pressure that changed my attitude. I guess somewhere in my life I went astray. I can't even pinpoint when my life took a turn for the crazy or wild or bad life. Use whatever adjective you think fits - fucked up comes to my mind. Is that an adjective?

I'll start with one night at home alone with my mom. Maybe that's where the weirdness started. As I said, I really don't know.

I was home from college and my dad was off working the late shift. Only me and my mom were at home. I had brothers and sisters but it has no bearing on this part of my story. My mother was an alcoholic or at least drank a lot. She would get drunk all the time. At least she was a stay-at-home drunk and a happy and sleepy one. She didn't want all the relatives to know how much she drank, so she did most of her drinking at home. She would drink but she would get happy. She was, in a sense, fun to be around when she drank. Normally she would go to sleep or pass out. Looking back, I don't know which she did more. 

This particular evening she was drinking pretty heavy. We were watching a movie - don't have any idea what it was now; this happened many years ago. Well, anyway, she got up during a commercial and put on her nightgown and an old robe. I think that's what every mother wears. She came back in and sat in her Lazy-Boy chair and put up the footrest. I was lying on the floor when I looked up and my mom was almost asleep. She had her legs spread and I swear to God I saw all the way up her legs to her pussy. I couldn't help looking. I know it was my mom but I had very little action for an eighteen year old.

She was passed out in her chair and I got real close and just stared between her legs. I couldn't believe I was looking at it. Apparently she didn't wear panties to bed. My hands were shaking as I pushed her legs further apart. Her robe was open, I pushed her nightgown up above her knees for an even better look. At that point, if she woke up I might still be able to make some kind of excuse.

My mom was a good looking woman. She wasn't a super model or had an hour glass figure but she looked pretty good. When dressed up she was kind of a knockout for a woman in her late thirties. Well, anyway, her pussy looked kind of red or pinkish color. I don't know why I did it but I slid my fingers up her thigh and touched her pussy. I immediately pulled my hand back to see if she was going to react, but she didn't. So, I put my fingers against her pussy again and rubbed the two puffy lips. I kept rubbing them and I started feeling her getting wet.

At that point, I was out of it. I didn't know what I would do if she woke up - probably lose my home, she might even file charges against me but that wasn't what I was thinking about as I slid two fingers into my mom. Call me what you like, I swear by then I couldn't help it. I was finger fucking her and she was pumping against my fingers. She let out a light moan and it scared me but I kept fingering her. God, I swear I wanted to take out my cock and stick it in her, my own mom. What a fucked up guy I was. I heard her moan louder and knew she was having an orgasm. I pushed my fingers in as far as I could get them until my mom settled down. I quickly pulled out my fingers full of my mom's juices and ran to my room.

I put my fingers to my nose and smelled the scent of my mother. I quickly pulled out my cock and masturbated with the hand that had my mother's juices on it. After shooting a load into several tissues, I calmed down. What had I done? I pulled my boxers back up and went out to see my mom still asleep in the chair. Her nightgown was up her thighs where I could still see her red puffy pussy all juiced up. I was afraid of what I might do so I took a blanket and covered her, shut off the television and went to bed. I jacked off again thinking of fucking my mom.

The next morning she never said a word other than asking me if I put the blanket on her. I told her I did and that was all that was said. There was never a repeat performance. I did feel closer to my mom from that day on. Was it wrong? Of course it was, but we all do crazy things in our lives.

I hung out with a lot of different people. There was a good friend of mine named Jerome. He was a black fella and we hung together from high school and then went to the same college. I used to hang with him at his house. He had a sister about a year younger than me. Shantille was her name. I called her Ann when no one else was around. How they come up with all these weird names is beyond me. Hey! But to each his own is what I always say. Shantille had a crush on me and Jerome didn't like it. I guess he didn't want his sister dating a white guy. 

One day he said he had something to ask me.

"Jerry, can I ask you to not date Shantille?"

"Why not, Jerome? Are you afraid of having a black and white nephew?" He knew I wasn't afraid of him.

"No, some of my black friends were talking about sis so unless you love her, would you not date her?"

"I have no problem with that, Jerome. I'll consider her out of bounds for now, since we're friends. I am still going to be friends with her but I'll keep my hands off. I want you to know I'm doing it just for you, Jerome. If she was any other black girl I'd be in her pants in an instant. So you better stay friends with me if you want me to stay out of her pants," I laughed.

"Thanks, bro, I really appreciate it."

What he didn't know was I fucked his mother. Probably a half dozen times. I figured I could leave his sister alone as long as I pumped mama. 

The first time was when I stopped by to see Jerome and his mom said he took Ann to see their dad. They would be gone all day. Mrs. Jones was a good looker for a woman almost forty. She had these huge black tits and a big ass butt. 

"What are your plans today, Jerry?"

"I was just going to hang around with Jerome."

"I'm not doing anything, Jerry, if you want to hang out with me today. 

I was nearly twenty and every woman made me hot. Looking at her big tits and ass was getting my cock hard.

"Do you date, Jerry? Do you have any girlfriends?"

"I have my share of girlfriends. Jerome and I double date a lot."

"What do you do on your dates, Jerry? Do you ever have sex with any of them?"

I was a little embarrassed and was stumbling over my words when she asked if I had sex with any of them. I told her, "Of course I have sex. I am a guy, aren't I?"

"Have you ever had sex with any black girls or black women?

"I've had sex with girls but I never touched Shantille. She is ..."

She stopped me and said, "I know you don't date but I was asking whether you ever had sex with any black woman, or are you prejudiced against black people?" 

I told her, "No, I just never had the opportunity to be with a black girl and I had promised Jerome I wouldn't hit on Shantille."

"What about me, Jerry? Am I out of bounds too? 

"Damn, Mrs. Jones."

"Call me Thelma when we're alone."

I was getting the drift here. "Thelma, you are one great looking woman, black or otherwise, and I would love a chance at you. No, you are in bounds all the way for me."

She told me she always found me cute and hadn't had sex in months. She knew I always stared at her boobs and ass and wondered what I thought about when watching her.

I just came out and said it. "I always wondered what it would be like to fuck you, Mrs. Jones ... umm, Thelma, to fuck my best friend's mother."

We were both sitting on the couch when I reached up and squeezed her big tit. She laid against the back of the couch and we started kissing. I was squeezing her tit and kissing her when she told me to come with her where we could be more comfortable. We went to her bedroom and laid on a king size bed. I couldn't believe what was happening. She had me take off all my clothes and she stripped off everything but her bra and panties. She sat on the bed and had me stand in front of her. When she saw my cock, she said, "Holy shit! I always heard you white boys had little dicks. Damn, this is a couple inches bigger than my ex-husband's." She took my white dick into her mouth and started sucking on the head.

After a few minutes she pulled it out of her mouth and said she just wanted to taste a white dick. She told me there wasn't any difference in taste but it looked different being white. I asked her how many white guys she had sex with in her life? 

"You're my first pure white boy but I've had a couple mixed breeds. Black people are just as prejudiced as white people. My parents wouldn't let me date white boys."

I felt like I was in a candy store tasting all the chocolate candy, and it was good. 

I climbed on the bed and started kissing her. We swapped a little tongue but not much; we wanted sex, not love. I reached behind her and undid her bra clasp and then pulled her bra off those huge tits. Big brown babies, I buried my face between them. I then straddled her chest and put my cock between her breasts and squeezed them together. God, I could have come a dozen times. I did cum three times that day. I had to get between her legs and see that black pussy.

She spread her legs and I could see those two black puffy lips covering her valley. It brought back memories of seeing my mom's pussy; only mom's was reddish. She asked me if I wanted a taste as she reached down and separated those two puffy lips. Under those puffy lips it was pink. I reached out with two fingers and sank them into her hole. Hot and wet was the only way to explain it. I finger fucked her and put in a third finger. 

"She said, "Eat it baby, go ahead and eat it out."

I buried my face into her vagina. I licked, tongued, and ate out her pussy. She was gyrating all over the place when I got up and got ready to bury my rod in her. She leaned up and said she wanted to see that white cock go into her and into her it went. I pumped and pumped like I never had before. I had my best friend's black mother between my legs giving her all I could. 

She was screaming, "Give it to me, white boy, give it to me," as I squirted the biggest load ever deep into her pussy.

We did it two more times that day. Over the next two months we probably got together five more times. Every time was as good as the first. Whenever I was there with Jerome or Shantille was home we always acted natural. One day Mrs. Jones introduced me to her new boyfriend. 

Terrell was a fairly good sized black guy that Jerome told me was around forty-two years old. His mother dated him before but they broke up a couple of times. 

I knew that was the end of our fuck sessions. On our last time together we did it all. She sucked me to completion, letting me shoot my cum in her mouth. I ate her till she had her orgasm and squirted her juices all over my face. I fucked her pussy from behind and then raised my dick up and slowly slid it into her ass. She promised me everything for the last time together and I was getting it. It was the first ass fuck I had ever had. It actually hurt my cock, it was so tight. I kept reaching down and taking juices from her pussy and rubbing it on my cock to keep it lubricated. I finally shot a load as deep in her ass as possible. It felt good but not as good as a pussy fuck. The only thing different is when I fuck a woman in the ass, I feel I'm totally in charge.

She did tell me she liked my cock better than most and also the way I used it. It was our last time together. We both knew it would have to end one day.

About a month later Jerome told me his mother was getting married to Terrell. About eight months later they had a little boy. It had black features but was kind of light in color with blue eyes. 

When I went and saw him, Jerome's mother said, "Cute little bugger, isn't he?" 

To this day I don't know if he was mine or someone else's, but he was a cute little bugger.

I went to college to become a cop - yes, a policeman. It was something I thought I would like to be. I was on patrol one day with my partner when I saw a car speeding. I turned on my flashers and pulled it over. My partner waited in the car while I approached the driver. I told him to keep watch for anything suspicious. As I got to the driver's side window, I glanced into the car and saw that the driver was alone. I stooped over and looked at the driver. The first thing I noticed were legs - yes, it was a black woman and her skirt had ridden about eight inches above her knees. As I looked at her face, I noticed it was Shantille. I hadn't seen her in over two years. She was beautiful.

At first she didn't recognize me when she handed me her driver's license, registration and now proof of insurance.

She looked up at me and said, "Jerry, is it really you? My God, you look great. How have you been?"

"I've been fine. I'm just out here protecting and serving. Now I'm suppose to serve you with a speeding ticket."

"Do you have to, Jerry? Is there any other way out of this?"

"Have dinner with me tonight. I have your address and will pick you up at seven."

"It's a deal, Jerry. God, it was so nice to see you again. See you tonight at seven."

I went back to the car and told my partner that I knew the person and let them off with a warning, which was the truth.

I picked Ann up at her apartment at seven sharp. She was dressed in a mini skirt and button type blouse. She was one beautiful black woman. We had a nice dinner and talked over old times. She told me Jerome was in a baseball farm system hoping to make it to the majors. He was a hell of a ball player. 

"Jerry, mom had another child with Terrell but it doesn't look anything like their first child." 

She said they seemed happy together. She told me about her job and boyfriend. She told me he was black. 

"Why are you mentioning that he is black?"

"Jerry, I always wanted to date you but you never asked me out. One day Jerome told me he asked you not to date me because I wasn't white. It made me so mad that I didn't talk to Jerome for a month. I really wanted to go out with you."

It's too late now since you have a boyfriend."

She said, "We are out tonight, aren't we?" 

I smiled at her as we finished dinner and took her back to her apartment. She invited me in and of course a pussy hound like me went in. As I stepped in and closed the door she kissed me. She kissed me over and over again. I was giving as much as I was receiving. 

"Jerry, I want to make love to you. It will be only a one time thing because I am getting married next month. I've given it a lot of thought and if we don't do it I will regret it the rest of my life. I know I will. Will you make love to me, Jerry?"

I didn't waste any time taking off her clothes. I unbuttoned her blouse and undid the clasp on both her bra and skirt. I slid the zipper down on her skirt and let everything but her panties fall off of her to the floor. I quickly dropped my dockers and took off my shirt. I had her sit on the side of her bed and pushed her down on her back.

The next thing she said to me was, "Jerry, unlike my mother I'm on birth control." 

I didn't answer, I didn't say a word. I got on my knees and buried my face into her pussy. She smelled great. She kept it spread apart while I ate her to an orgasm. I kissed, tongued and licked her pussy like there was no tomorrow, because with her there wouldn't be, as she said this was a one time thing. After her first climax she told me to put my white cock in her black pussy. 

She reached out and took it in her hand and guided it in. I pumped and pumped, our juices flowing. I asked her to turn over. I wanted to do her from behind. I looked at her bubble butt as I slid my prick back into her pussy. She was pushing back getting all she could get. After plowing in and out and both of us going wild I slipped my cock out and moved it up to her ass. We had plenty of lubricant, as I slowly pushed the head into her bunghole.

She looked at me and said, "Easy does it, Jerry. I want that whole damn thing in me if it takes all night to get it in." 

She didn't seem surprised at my size. Maybe she had talked to her mom. It went on for awhile, a slow in and out motion. A nice big black bubble butt with my white cock pushing in and out - it doesn't get much better than that.

I have to say that, to this point in my life, she was absolutely the best fuck ever. I don't know how many orgasms she had and I lost count of how many times I came. We took a shower together and spent most of the night together. We had to try one more sixty-nine, because she tasted so good. Then we fucked one more time. I got up around five in the morning to get dressed to leave. 

She woke up and kissed me and said, "You were as good as I would have expected. Even better. I'll always have a special place for you in my heart. We can never do it again, Jerry. Just know I have a special love for you." 

We kissed and I left to go home. I did get an invitation to her wedding and did attend. There weren't a lot of white women there. The only white ones were married to black men and their husbands didn't want them dancing with me. I found it kind of funny. I had no problem dancing with the beautiful black woman and, when they found out I was friends with Jerome, they treated me a little better. When Shantille told them I was also a cop, they treated me with respect, which was great. 


Just The Way It Is!



Jerome's mom put on a few pounds but most of it went to her boobs and butt. God, I loved hugging that woman. 

She greeted me asking, "How's my little white boy friend?" low enough so no one else could hear. We danced a couple of slow dances and I pressed up against those big breasts of hers.

Shantille looked over and smiled at me. I always wondered if they talked about fucking that white boy. It was sure great for me. Definitely was one for the memory books. Two ladies I'll never forget.

Onward with my life. I had been a cop for a few years. My life was good and my sex life was even better. I was looking for love. I always heard sex is good but with love it's so much better.

I met a really good looking blond gal at one of the local hang outs. It seemed to be the spot to meet women. I went there with a few friends and met my future wife. Before I get too deep into this relationship I realized I was getting older and it was time that maybe I should settle down. I'd been living the wild life for about five years now. 

My wife was a looker but not very smart. I guess what goes around comes around. I really liked my wife at the beginning. I wish I could say it was love but It was more like lust. I tried to settle down and be the perfect husband.

As a cop on the local police force. I worked my regular shifts. Home for dinner by six almost every night. I was basically a small town cop. My life was like clockwork. 

My wife Barbara - yes, we called her Barbie - was a great looking woman, but marrying her was a mistake. We didn't really love each other. She looked really good and she liked the idea of being married to a cop. She didn't like to get mussed up, always wanting to look perfect. She always said, "Don't mess up my hair. Don't touch me - you'll wrinkle my blouse." I think you can get the idea. One time she pissed me off. 

I said, " Barbie, do you want to make love tonight?"

"I have a gynecologist appointment tomorrow and I already bathed."

"Do you have a dentist appointment too?" I asked.

She told me how disgusting that was and that I was a pervert. We didn't have oral sex. She just said,"Ladies don't do that; just sluts do."

One evening we were invited to a night pool party. I told her I had to work and would be late getting there. It was being put on by one of the bosses in her office so she felt compelled to go.

I arrived late and had a hard time finding her on the pool deck and yard. Finally I noticed her in a bikini that barely covered anything. She was leaning up against a pool building and the man with her was leaning with one arm against the building and his other hand had at least two fingers in Barbie's pussy. As I walked toward them she noticed me and the man pulled his hand from between her legs.

"Jerry, you made it."

I grabbed the cock sucker who was fingering my wife and hit him hard in the gut and then threw him in the pool. I looked at Barbie

"What the fuck were you doing?"

"Jerry, we weren't doing anything."

"Bullshit, you let that bastard finger your pussy."

We were yelling and everyone was listening.

"Jerry, you're embarrassing me in front of my friends. I told you Ralph didn't do anything. We were just talking."

I looked down and saw one of her pussy lips sticking out. She was shaved clean so her pussy glistened. She reached down and quickly covered it still saying nothing happened.

I told her I was leaving and if she wasn't there within fifteen minutes she needn't come home at all. When I got to the front of the house, the cops were coming. 

One of the officers noticed me and asked, "Jerry, what's up? We got a disturbance call at this address." 

I told him, "It was me. Some fucker had his hands on my wife and I helped remove them." 

The officer asked me to wait for a few minutes and returned.

"Jerry, they aren't going to file any complaint but I still have to report it since we're here. I know you understand we have no choice."

"No problem, guys. See you tomorrow."

I pulled up at the house really pissed. Barbie was there within five minutes. She kept saying nothing happened, no one touched her. I knew better. I even saw her pussy hanging out, and that was enough for me.

I went into the spare room and went to sleep. The next morning the Captain called me in and read the report to me.

"Jerry, I'm sorry but I have to send you to anger management class."

"What the fuck, Captain? Some man felt up my wife and I threw him in the pool. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is you're a cop. You can't just push people around."

"He was finger fucking my wife. What was I supposed to do?"

"According to the witnesses, including your wife, he never touched her, Jerry. I'm sorry, either you go on suspension or take anger management classes. That's the way it is, Jerry."

"Nope, there's one other choice. I quit." I laid my gun and badge on his desk and told him to mail me my pension money and last check and walked out. I had enough of this double standard. One for law enforcement and one for everyone else.

I wanted more. I didn't want to have to be nice to everyone unless they were nice to me. So after I had all the free training that the force offered, I decided to become a private investigator.

That night Barbie came home and apologized for upsetting me. She still refused to say that she let him feel her up. I told her I quit the force and was going to become a private investigator.

My wife figured I was still a cop but just a different department. She never butted into my police work. I don't think she really cared. We didn't have any children because she said she didn't want to mess up her body. I do have to admit she had a nice one. 

She was extra nice to me at bedtime. She initiated the sex that night, reaching in and grabbing hold of my cock. She got on top and rode my cock like a bronco buster. I think she really got into it. I squeezed her boobs and she just kept riding. Those puffy pussy lips were pushing down hard. This is one of the best fucks she ever gave me. Hell, I probably could have messed up her hair. We both came. I watched her juices run down the length of my cock. Damn, that was good. 

She worked as a secretary at one of the local offices. Our life was good but nothing special. Sex with her was good. When we first got married, we had a fantastic sex life. We did the nasty pretty regular. Her main problem was her looks. She was gorgeous and she knew it. That was her life. To be the best looking woman around. She would make someone a great trophy wife. Look good but very little sex.

I had started in an agency with another ex-cop. We made a pretty good team. He was telling me how wild the job could become. It also had its share of shit days. That's when you just followed people around or stood on watch, just sitting at someone's home waiting for some kind of movement.

Barbie didn't much care for my new job. I figured it was because I didn't have regular hours anymore so she couldn't keep track of me. That was probably her problem. I had been there about a month and things at home were back to normal.

Patrick, my partner, gave me a new case to work on. A really sexy lady came in and wanted her husband followed. She figured he was cheating on her. This gal was built like a brick shit house. She looked to be about thirty-five. We got the information on her husband. He was at least twenty-five years older than her. Sounded like she was another trophy wife. No man in his right mind would play around on a bombshell like this gal unless he had her around for show. The only problem I could see was he didn't have a pre-nuptial agreement. It's the kind of case where she lives with him for a few years, gets tired of being just eye candy and then sues for divorce if there are grounds.

Well, the case didn't take long to solve. It just so happened that her husband was my wife's boss. I felt it right off the bat. I knew the woman he was having an affair with was my wife. Maybe it's a sixth sense or something. After Gabrielle left the office, I called my wife to find out if she would be home that night. When she told me she was going out with friends and would be home late, I knew that was it. I would just go over to their office and wait for them. I changed cars with Pat and drove over to the office building.

I know I sound cold here. Just understand that my marriage was nothing like you would expect from a young couple. There just wasn't a lot of love - not even a lot of sex anymore but no love. She had the looks which pulled you in but stopped there.

I didn't know whether to stop them before they started their sexual activities or let the old geezer get his rocks off. I knew they had to have done it before or Gabrielle was a psychic, which meant that she wouldn't have had to hire me. So I took pictures of them coming out of the office and then checking in to the Holiday Inn. They would only need the room for a couple of hours but I guess when you have money like this old geezer it didn't make much difference. They didn't even have a suitcase. I got a couple of pictures with his hand on my wife's ass as they were walking up to the elevator.

I gave them about twenty minutes to get started and then I stopped one of the maids and showed her a phony badge and asked her to open the door. I rushed in with camera in hand. There lay my beautiful wife naked with the old geezer eating her pussy. I snapped about a half dozen quick photos and then kicked the old geezer in the ass. 

Barbie screamed out when I entered the room. When she saw it was me, she just stared. He sat on the floor scared as hell. In fact when I kicked him his bladder let loose and he pissed himself. 

I quickly closed the door; the maid had seen enough. I reached up and grabbed Barbie by the hair and pulled her to the old geezer with his pissed pants on the floor.

"You fucking slut, I know what I saw this time. You want to be a slut for this old bastard? Take out his cock. I said take out his cock now or they might find both of you cut up pretty bad," and I pulled out a hunting knife.

Barbie had never seen this side of me. The worst she had seen was the pool party and she knew I was far meaner right now. She reached down into his wet fly and pulled out his soft penis.

"Suck it, bitch, suck that cock you wanted so bad. You said yourself that's what sluts do and you qualify."

It was soft as she put it into her mouth and started sucking it. The old guy laid there while Barbie was sucking him off. He couldn't believe it. He cock was starting to get hard. I remember Gabrielle telling me the old geezer could hardly get it up but he loved to eat it. Right then he was getting it up and my beautiful wife was starting to get a mouthful. She kept gaging and I told the geezer if it comes out her mouth before he comes, I'd cut it off. The choice was his.

He grabbed Barbie's head with both hands as she choked while sucking that old geezer's piss-soaked cock. I took a few more pictures. The old man blew his rocks with his cock embedded in Barbie's mouth. He couldn't believe he came. He told her how wonderful she was and that it had been so long for him.

When he came in her mouth, she couldn't take it any more so she upchucked everything all over his cock and balls. What a mess and did it ever stink!

I told her there was no need to come home that night. Since they had the room for the night she had a place to stay. I told her all her personal stuff would be sitting in the garage the next day, but she might want the old fuck to rent her a U-Haul to put her stuff in. The courts could decide if she would get anything else. If I found her in my house I would kick her ass out. I know she had a right to go in but I felt she forfeited that right when she chose this old fucker for her lover.

I told him I was hired by his wife so he might want to think twice about going home that evening. Then I just turned around and headed over to see Gabrielle.

I gave Gabrielle the pictures and she said she would have her attorney get a check out to me on Monday. 

She asked, "Did you know the woman?" 

I would have laughed if it wasn't so pathetic. I told her, "Yeah, it was my wife."

She told me, "I'm really sorry for you."

I said, "It's the same situation you're in." 

She said, "He was a good pussy eater but hardly ever got it up. Lately he hasn't even done that for me. That's why I knew something was up." 

She looked at the picture of Barbie sucking his cock and laughed. "I wouldn't let that old bastard do that to me," she said.

I smiled at her and asked if she had an itch that needed scratching. She asked if that would be wise under the circumstances.

I told her he wouldn't be home that evening and I was a hell of a good scratcher. We went into her bedroom and we disrobed and I removed my clothes. We got on her king size bed and I scratched every itch she had. She was really hot; very hot, she took everything I could give. Her husband lost some Grade-A prime pussy. Besides that, it was going to cost him a fortune. All for what - Barbie? She had already proved the type of woman she was.

That's the way my life has been going for the last five years since the divorce. When you deal with cheating husbands, that means the wives aren't getting much attention. 

As far as my payment to Barbie, she settled for 40% of our fluid assets. That was cash, bonds, savings etc. We rented the apartment and I kept the furnishings. I heard that after the divorce she married the old geezer. As I said, she would make a good trophy wife. She didn't have to do much for the old guy. Probably a blow job now and then. He did get a pre-nuptial this time. She just had to look pretty, which she was good at.

I did see Gabrielle a few times but there wasn't any love. We had raw sex which was good for both of us at the time. She got a big settlement and then life went on for both of us.

Chapter 2:

I was by then living life in the fast lane. Money was good, fancy cars and lots of babes. I was at a point in my life where I could have all the pussy I wanted; I really could. I was invited to all the big parties where the exceptional broads hung out. I bedded down many of them. Power and money brought all the sex you could possibly want.

I got a call from an old friend. It was one of the women I knew when I was married to Barbie. She asked me if I could do some P.I. work for her. She thought her husband was cheating on her and she needed to know. She came into the office and gave me a picture of her hubby. Son of a bitch, it was the man who was finger fucking Barbie at the pool party! I didn't know he was married to Mary. God damn, I love my job.

I told Mary that expenses were two hundred a day. I would follow him for most of the week and let her know the results. She was happy with that and gave me all of the information I needed about his schedule.

He seemed to prefer prostitutes. Two of the next four days he picked up one before going home. Mary wanted me to be there when he came home. She wanted me to show him the evidence. I told her that isn't the way it usually goes.

"Jerry, I wanted you on this case because I know about him feeling up Barbie. I'm not planning on divorcing him. I want to get even with him. I want him to watch while you fuck me."

"Wow, are you sure about this Mary? What if he doesn't go along?"

"He'll go along. My dad owns his firm and if I divorce him he'll have nothing. So we are going to cuckold him. Are you in?"

"Damn right, the sorry fucker messed up my life. I would love to fuck you in front of him."

About twenty minutes later Ralph arrived. When he came in, he saw me sitting there.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I invited him," Mary spoke first. "You see, he's a P.I. now and he has been following you."

She laid down the pictures of him picking up the hookers.

"You've been cheating on me with hookers, you son-of-a-bitch. I'm here waiting for you and you're out fucking prostitutes and God knows who else."

"I'm sorry, Mary. It was a mistake. I promise to never do it again. I promise, Mary."

"That's not good enough, Ralph. I want my revenge or a divorce. You make the choice."

"I don't understand, Mary. What revenge?"

"I'm going to fuck Jerry in front of you. If you say one negative word about Jerry, I'll be talking to daddy tomorrow. Your life will be shit and we'll be divorced."

"God, Mary, why Jerry?"

" You know why. Now let's all go to the bedroom."

I looked over at a dejected Ralph. "I have one thing to say to you. You helped ruin my marriage. Mary is willing to stay with you, although I don't know why. I'm going to give Mary the best fuck of her life. If I find that you hurt her again in any way I'll be back to beat the shit out of you. Do you understand?"

He nodded his head yes.

I started kissing Mary as I unbuttoned her blouse. I wanted to take my time with her at Ralph's expense. I put my arms around her and pulled her body into mine with her bra-covered breasts against me. I slid her blouse off her shoulders and undid the clasp of her bra and pulled the material away from her breasts. I stooped slightly and took one of her nipples into my mouth and gently sucked it.

"God, Jerry, that feels so good."

I undid her jeans and unzipped them showing her pink panties. I turned her to face Ralph and I was behind her massaging her breasts. I put my hand on her belly and slid it down into her panties with Ralph watching me. Down over her fuzz covered pussy. I stopped and squeezed her pussy as she moaned.

"Oh, my God, Jerry, it feel so good, squeeze it some more please."

I was squeezing her pussy with one hand and massaging her breast with the other. I looked over at Ralph and told him to pull his wife's jeans and panties down. My hands were occupied at the moment. Ralph crawled over and pulled his wife jeans down her legs and she kicked them off.

"Now her panties Ralph." He had to pull her panties over my hand and down her legs. By then I had two fingers buried in her pussy. She was humping against my fingers.

"Oh, fuck, so good, you're so good, Jerry. I need you to fuck me, Jerry. I'm so hot."

"Do you want me to eat it, baby? Do you want my tongue in that pussy?"

"Fuck me, Jerry. I want your cock. We'll make Ralph eat me when you finish filling me up."

Ralph was stunned. Mary was going to make him eat a cum-filled pussy. Damn, I was getting hot. I laid Mary on the bed and quickly disrobed. I climbed between Mary's legs and held them up in the air and spread them. 

"Ralph, put my cock in Mary. I need to hold her legs apart."

Ralph hesitated but finally came over and took my cock and rubbed it all over her puffy pubes and than guided it into Mary's wet pussy.

"Thanks, Ralph. Mary and I appreciate it." I plunged my cock deep into Mary. She was bucking up against my cock and she exploded in an orgasm. Ralph had sat down and pulled his cock out of his trousers and was masturbating while watching his wife get fucked by me. 

"God, Jerry, so good, keep fucking me, pump that juice in me."

"Your turn to ride it, baby," as I pulled out and laid on my back.

Mary wasted no time in climbing up and lowering herself back down on my cock. Up and down, up and down, her juices coating my cock.

"You're the best, Jerry. You're the best fuck I ever had. Watch, Ralph, watch how Jerry's cock goes in and out. Oh, so good."

"I'm going to cum pretty soon, Mary. Let me get behind you so you can feel it deeper in your pussy."

We changed places. With her on her knees I literally plowed my cock in her as deep as it would go.

"Here it comes, Mary. Here comes the load you've wanted."

I shot everything I had up into her. Her ass was moving from side to side, back and forth as she had another climax.




Just The Way It Is!



"You are one great fuck, Mary. If that asshole husband cheats on you again, call me. I would be glad to go another round with you anytime."

"Thanks, Jerry. You're the best I've ever had. Maybe Ralph learned how to please me. If not, maybe I will call you again. Ralph, write Jerry a check for his P.I. work. We couldn't afford to pay him for how good he fucks."

Talking about adding insult to injury. I fuck his wife and then he has to pay me a thousand dollars. He was one dejected individual when we were done. After he handed me the check, Mary called him over to eat out her pussy. I walked over and squeezed her breast one more time and kissed her. 

I whispered to her, "Anytime, Mary, anytime." 

Then I left the house one happy and a little richer man.

I did receive some very bad news. My dad had called and said my mom had passed away. Dad said she died in her sleep of an apparent heart attack. I went home for the funeral and saw my brother and sister. It was good to see them but not under those circumstances. At the funeral they asked anyone who wanted to speak about my mom to please feel free to do so. I had a smile on my face when my sister asked me if I was going to say something. 

I looked at her and said, "I don't think so. Anything personal between mom and me I want to keep that way. They were just memories that mom and I shared." My sister didn't say anything but held my hand and smiled at me.

I was happy to see Jerome show up to pay his respects. He was a big league ball player then and I was glad that he took the time to pay his respects. I asked him about his family and he said his mom and Terrell were doing fine considering they still had two children to raise who were teenagers. I asked about Shantille. 

"I should have let you date her, bro. She really liked you a lot and I interfered. I guess I couldn't get past the color barrier at the time. Sorry, Jerry, big mistake on my part. She is on her second husband and he treats her like shit. I wished she would get rid of him. He forced her to have an abortion. She tried to tell me that she lost it but I knew better. Her husband is a wheeler dealer and I'm afraid for Shantille. I believe he has something over her, I can feel it but don't know what it is. The son of a bitch is never around when I stop by and she always seems glad to see me but scared."

"Damn, man, sorry to hear that. I really like Shantille."

"You're a private investigator. How much would you charge me to find out about this asshole?"

"Jerome, you have always been one of my best friends. I will find out what I can. I won't charge you anything unless I have to take money from the firm to cover expenses. I will find out what I can about Shantille."

I called Pat and told him I would be taking the next couple of weeks off. I always told Pat the truth, because he was my partner. He told me to keep in contact with him and he would see what he could find out on his end.

I didn't like any of the information that was coming through. Shantille's first husband was killed in an auto accident. Now she was married to a mobster type pimp. God, no, I hoped he wasn't pimping her. I needed to see if she was alright, it wasn't looking good for her.

Pete Mango is the one that I had to learn about. He was one sorry individual. I located his business and also his house. The man was bad news.

I waited till I could find a way to see Ann alone. I got my chance one morning when a driver took Ann to a spa. I walked in and she was in the waiting room. 

"Jerry, what are you doing here?" She looked at me scared to death like she was seeing a ghost.

"I came to talk to you. Jerome is worried about you and after finding out about Pete Mango, so am I."

"You better leave before anyone sees me talking to you. Please leave, Jerry. I'm fine and don't want you to get in trouble." I could tell she was scared to death.

"Bullshit, Ann. I'm here to help you, but you have to help me. I need answers and I will get you out of this life. Do you want out, Ann?"

"Oh, God, yes, Jerry. I'm scared, really scared. Pete said if I don't do what he tells me that he will hurt both Jerome and my mom. I can't take that chance, Jerry, I just can't."

"Ann, Pete Mango is a bastard. You can't believe him. When you get older and he gets through with you, he will make you a hooker for him. It won't be the creme of the crop clients he has you doing right now but the street people." 

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Yes, Ann, I know he's prostituting you out to clients. Your family will always be in jeopardy. I can help you but it will get down and dirty. Do you still want my help to get out of this mess, Ann?"

"I'm scared, Jerry. Please help me. Please." She was crying.

I found a time we could get together and make plans. I needed her schedule with time and dates so I could be one step ahead.

Between what my partner Pat found out and what I could get out of Ann, I was able to piece together a pretty good profile on Ann and Pete Mango.

After he married Ann, Pete Mango used her in his business deals. He forced her to have sex with his clients. If she had refused, he said he would not have her killed but completely disfigure her. That would be worse than dying to a woman as beautiful as Shantille.

I found out through old contacts that Pete had Ann's first husband killed so he could have her but, of course, it couldn't be proven. After the death of her husband she was left with nothing but debt and that's why she married this Pete fellow. He used women then turned them out to pasture to whore for him when he was done. I had to get Ann away from this scum at any cost. I stopped by a store where she shopped and a friend of hers let us talk in her back room. Her driver/bodyguard was more of a snitch than protector. He never went into the women's stores which gave us time to talk while he waited in the car. 

I checked both of Ann's arm for marks. She told me she never used. As long as she went along with Pete, he didn't inject her with heroin. That could and probably would come later. She said she was supposed to be with a client that evening. She gave me all the information she had and asked me what I was going to do.

I told her I couldn't tell her anything in advance. The less she knew the better off she would be. If they pushed her for information, she would have nothing she could tell them. 

I needed her surprise response when the time came. I needed her for the shock value, something she wouldn't be able to explain. I told her to take care and I would see her around. 

"Jerry, what should I do now?"

"Do what you always do. Don't change I thing. I'll contact you when the time is right." That meant she would have to have sex with these men. I would decide how much to allow.

She was to meet the client on the fourth floor of a popular motel. She would be escorted there by her driver who was to wait in the lounge for her. She would call him on his cell when she was finished.

The client was a big time dope dealer. He always bought his stock from a rival group. Pete offered him a better price and his wife for a night if he would buy from Pete. After seeing Ann, the client - Mr. Big - said he would decide after he got a piece of Ann.

Ann was told to be very good to Mr. Big or she would pay dearly. For a dealer to offer his wife to a client was as big as it gets in the underworld. If the deal is really good, the wife might be given away as part of the deal. 

Ann had no idea of any of this when she first met Pete. Apparently her husband bought dope from him for self use. When Pete saw Ann, he decided he had to have her. He made her husband into a junkie and took everything, then had him killed in an accident. After that, it was nothing to get Ann. Now she was his property.

I had all I needed with me. A pair of brass knuckles, an extremely sharp hunting knife and a gun which I hoped not to use. I also had a black rose. I got to the motel/hotel early. I scanned the room for a place to hide. Thank God they had a suite. I decided to hide in the bathroom linen closet. Promptly at seven I heard a man walking around the room. It was an advance man or bodyguard of Mr. Big. They usually give a quick search of the room. This guy was no exception. He walked through in seconds, probably looked quickly in each room and in the bedroom closet and then out on the balcony. They were very sloppy anymore.

I heard voices coming into the room. I could hear Ann, Mr. Big and his bodyguard. Ann was telling Mr. Big she wasn't a whore and that the bodyguard had to stay outside in the hall. I could hear Mr. Big laugh saying she would do whatever he told her to do or her husband would not get his business. 

Ann told him she would do what he asked but not if the bodyguard was there and picked up her coat to leave. She was one smart negotiator. Mr. Big told the bodyguard to step out in the hall, and maybe he would invite him in later. Ann knew what that meant but didn't say anything. 

Ann locked the door behind the bodyguard and walked into the bedroom. Mr. Big told her to strip down. She started to take off her clothes but wasn't doing it fast enough when Mr. Big reached out and grabbed her tit. 

She screamed out and said, "Please don't hurt me. I'm going to give you what you want."

Mr. Big was exactly that, one big fucking man around 6' 2" over 350 pounds, mostly fat. I quietly got out of the linen cabinet and watched through the crack in the bathroom door. Ann was on her knees sucking on this fat fuck's cock. I had to watch for awhile. I had to let him get to a point where he wasn't aware of anything but Ann. The way he was fucking her face it wouldn't be long. Damn, it was kind of a turn on, watching this beautiful woman be used.

He didn't come in her mouth. He said he wanted her pussy. She was naked and laid on the bed. He held both of her legs high in the air and far apart. He took his fat cock and aimed it at her pussy. His cock wasn't all that long but sure was fat. He told her to tell him she wanted it. 

"Please put you big fat cock into me. My pussy needs it," she replied.

He pushed his fat cock into her. It was hard to tell whether she was enjoying it or acting but at that moment it didn't make any difference to me. 

"Oh, fuck me, big man, give me that hard cock. Give Shantille that mother fucking load."

She was moaning and he was close to coming.

I got up behind him and jammed my hunting knife deep into his neck below the back of his skull. He didn't make a sound. With blood running out of his mouth and neck, he fell forward onto a screaming Ann and drenched her in his blood.

She was screaming for real as this fat fuck fell forward on her and she pushed him off on the floor and was still screaming. Mr. Big's bodyguard bounced against the door about four times before he broke the latch. As he entered, I hit him over the back of the head with the butt of the gun. I then beat him hitting his face with the brass knuckles over and over until his face was pulverized. He was probably dead before I left. 

I went back over to Mr. Big and used my knife and chopped off his index finger. I put it in an envelope and took it with me. I put the black rose on Mr. Big's fat body.

I looked over at Ann. She was still shaking. I told her after I leave to call her bodyguard down in the lobby. She was scared shitless. I told her not to worry, when Pete saw the black rose and missing finger he would understand. I then tucked some papers in Mr. Big's jacket. I told her to call me the next day but not to use the home or her cell phone. She should buy a trak phone or use a payphone. We didn't want any calls to be traced.

I left quickly by going down the stairs. When I got down to the lobby there were a lot of people running to the elevator.

The next day I got a call from Ann. She said that Pete was going crazy. He struck her when they first got back. She had a bruise on her cheek. When Ann's bodyguard, Damon, told Pete what he saw when he got to the room, he mellowed out a bit. He knew how the rival group that killed Mr. Big did their assassinating; by cutting off the finger and then laying on of a black rose. He was a little scared but also angry.

He found the paperwork I put in Mr. Big's pocket. I should be getting a call any day now.

Ann asked me why I let it go for so long. I told her I had to wait till he was weakened and besides she looked like she was enjoying it. She said she didn't but since we were on the phone I couldn't tell. I would bet money that she was close to climaxing.

"Jerry, I don't understand what's going on. Why did you kill Mr. Big and his bodyguard. It's Pete that I'm afraid of. Now he's paranoid."

"Ann, things take time. We don't have much. I want you out of there but it has to look like gangland type slayings. Rival groups against each other. It will all be over in a few days. I expect to get a call from Pete when he reads the papers I planted on Mr. Big. When you see me, whatever you do, don't give away that you know me. Act the same way you do around other clients. That's very important."

"Okay, Jerry, I'll do whatever you ask. Please just get me out of here."

Then I had to wait for a call. I had my partner Pat spread some information that I was looking for a distributor for my wares. Mr. Big was supposed to handle my account but now he's dead. It was way too big of a deal to pass up. I would just have to wait for that call.

It didn't take long. I got a call from Pete the next day. I guess Pete was a real go-getter. Hopefully this would be his last deal.

I answered my cell phone: "Hello"

"Is this Gerald Hicks?"

"Who the fuck wants to know?'

A phony laugh and then, "My name is Pete Mango. Maybe you've heard of me." These guys liked their egos.

"Can't say I have. What the fuck do you want? I don't accept social calls."

"Look, your connection was killed last night."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Mr. Big was killed in his hotel room last night along with his bodyguard."

"What the hell do you think I am, a monk? I know my business and what happens to my contacts. Where you the one to off him?"

"No, but he was getting ready to close a deal with me when he was killed. I happen to find your name and number on him. If you still want product, maybe we could do business."

"Listen - what's your name? - oh, yeah, Pete. I don't know you from Adam. You call my cell and say, 'Let's do business'. What the fuck do I sound like that I would just say yes to you? Yeah, I need products - um, electrical supplies but I don't know you. Why the fuck should I trust you?"

"Look, Gerald, you need product, I supply product. Let's get together and hash things out. I'll meet you at the River Motel..."

I cut him off. "Bullshit, buddy! Give me your address and I'll stop by your house..."

"I don't do business at my house, Gerald."

"Good enough," and I hung up the phone. I knew he would call right back. I let the phone ring three times before answering it.

"Hello."

"Hey, man, I'm trying to do you a favor here and you hang up on me."

"Listen, Pete or whoever you are. I listened to what you had to say. I don't know you. I might have heard of you but have never dealt with you. I don't even know what you look like. I offered to get with you at your place because if you're an undercover cop you wouldn't have time to disguise anything. I would be able to see if you are who you say you are. You chose not to meet me at your place. That's your prerogative but I'm not willing to hand over a quarter of a million dollars to just anyone. I'll go elsewhere this time and maybe check you out for future deals."

"Hold on, Gerald. I will be willing to make an exception this one time. I understand your hesitation in dealing with me but I can assure you I can serve all your needs. When can you be here?"

"Okay, Pete, let's give it a shot. Give me your address and I'll be there in one hour. Do you have a computer handy to make money transfers? I would be willing to transfer funds, no way do I carry that kind of cash. By the way, call me Jerry. That's what my friends call me."

"Good, Jerry it is. See you in an hour." He gave me his address which of course I already knew.

I had Pat my partner make sure we had an account that showed the available funds. I had to find a way to get a weapon past his bodyguard. This was really taking a chance for a friend. I hoped Ann had been honest with me. My life depended on it. Knocking off two mob bosses in two days was a pretty big deal. I hoped I could accomplish it.

I headed over to the fenced-in house of Pete Mango. I pulled up to the gate and spoke into the mic/speaker box and someone inside opened the gate. I was driving Pat's Porsche. I had to look the part. I had a decent car but this whole scam was for show. 

The bodyguard, Damon, answered the door. He wanted to frisk me.

"Bullshit, you're not putting your hands on me." I reached in my vest and took out a revolver. I then reached down to my shin and took a second pistol out of the case."

Pete walked in and told Damon that was okay.

"Well, so we meet for the first time, Jerry. Welcome to my humble abode." I knew he was just showing off. He lived in a near-mansion.

"Nice place, Pete," as I held out my hand to shake his.

"Follow me to the living room. We can talk over a drink."

"I'll drink after we are done with business." I wanted him to know he didn't have my total trust.

"Oh, Jerry, let me introduce you to my lovely wife Shantille." 

It was, of course, Ann. Damn, did she look great. Her blouse showed most of her tits and her skirt was tight and about four inches below her pussy. There is no way she could sit down without everyone seeing her panty-covered pussy. I was going to have a hard time not staring at her.

As we started negotiations, Ann was told to sit directly across from me. Pete was using her to get me to sign up with him. There is no way the average guy would turn her down. I had a hard-on watching her and I knew what was going on.

I looked at Pete and said, "I did a little checking on you just before coming here. I see you're into - let's see how should I say it - an escort service. You also have a special way of closing a deal. Is that true?" as I looked over at a smiling Ann.

"I take it you fancy my wife. Are you saying you are willing to close this more than a quarter of a million dollar deal if Shantille is involved?"

"Most definitely. Come here, honey."

Ann got up and walked toward me. I knew she had been instructed to do whatever I wanted by Pete. All he could see was dollar signs.

I slid my hand up her thigh and put my hand on her pussy. It was wet. She liked doing this. I think she hated Pete but she loved the fucking. I squeezed her pussy till I heard her moan.

"Okay, Pete, here's the deal, take it or leave it. I do what I want with Shantille right here, right now in front of you. When we are finished, I will transfer two hundred thousand dollars into your bank account. Another hundred thousand on delivery of product. I will make a similar purchase every two months with your wife's involvement, of course."

"Before I agree to such a deal, I have to see that you have the funds. Please show me the money on the computer."

"You are a very wise man, Pete. I would have wondered if you didn't ask to see the money. I will show you the account. Also if you renege after receiving the money I will see to it that you are put out of business permanently if my money is not returned. Do we understand each other?" 

"Of course, I understand. Please show me the account."

Thank God Pat had enough money transferred to the account. Pete had a grin on his face and sat in his chair with a Scotch and water. I had my fingers up Ann's wet pussy. Damon the bodyguard was watching from the hallway. I called him over. Pete looked at me kind of odd wondering what I was doing.




Just The Way It Is!



"Damon, have you ever fucked this pussy?"

Both Damon and Ann had no idea what to say. 

Pete said, "What the fuck is going on here?"

"Pete, don't get all rattled. I want to know if Damon ever fucked Ann. It's not that hard of a question."

I could tell by the look on their faces that they had done it. Ann had no idea what I was up to.

Damon said, "Of course not. That's Mr. Mango's wife."

"Would you like to fuck her, Damon. Let's have a little honesty here. I want to know what kind of people I'm dealing with."

"Of course I would. She is a beautiful woman." Ann wasn't saying a word, but I was still finger fucking her.

"Now is your chance, Damon. You fuck Shantille and the deal is done. You see I'm a voyeur. I love to see beautiful women get fucked in front of their husbands."

I got off my chair. "Take off your pants and fuck her right now or I walk."

Damon looked over at a disturbed Pete who nodded his head in agreement. Then Damon lowered his pants and bared his huge cock. I told Ann to sit on the couch and I ripped off her panties, baring her pussy to all of us. It was wet, really wet. Damon took no time at all in filling her pussy with his cock.

Pete was in his chair gulping his drink and looking pissed. I stood next to Damon and Ann and watched him fuck her. She was moaning and staring at me. She had no idea what was coming.

I saw that Damon had set his gun on the table next to the couch. Right when he started to come I reached down on my other pant leg and removed my hunting knife and jabbed it in the base of his skull. He was coming at the time and had no restraint at all. He was shooting his load into Ann at the time. She was in orgasm as he fell forward onto her.

I grabbed the gun and aimed it at a scared Pete Mango. He started to mumble all kinds of shit and I told him to shut the fuck up.

When Ann was done with her orgasm and realized Damon was dead, she screamed out and pushed Damon off of her. She stood up quickly with Damon's cum was running out of her.

"Jerry, what are you doing? I don't understand all this."

"Well, Ann, it's all up to you now. If you want him dead, all you have to do is shoot him. It's to make sure that you are as involved as I am. All you have to do is pull the trigger."

Pete looked at Ann and said, "Shantille, baby, I'm your husband. I've given you everything. You can't shoot me."

"You mother fucker, you killed my first husband. You took my life and turned it into shit. I hate you, you bastard."

Ann fired three shots into his privates. "Bleed to death, you bastard."

I told Ann, "It is all over. You have to take the car at least around the block to get the engine warmed up. Go somewhere so someone can see you and then you have to return to the scene and call the police. It will be the hardest thing to do - to come back into the house." 

She said, "I think I can handle it." 

I took the knife and the gun with me. I cut off a finger of both men and left a black rose which I had left in the car.

Ann quickly changed clothes into pants and a shirt and we left the premises in separate cars. I told her to wait a couple of days before calling me and to use the trak phone we picked up so it couldn't be traced.

It was big news - two big time mobsters killed in a similar manner probably by a rival group. They really had no leads, and I don't think they cared. Altogether four scum bags were gone. The only problem is someone else would take their place.

Ann called me two days later. We met up near a park to talk. I told her I couldn't see her till all of this was over. She thanked me for freeing her and would always be grateful and remember me. She kissed me goodbye.

A couple of months passed and I got a call from Ann. She asked me to meet her at a local restaurant. We just had coffee while we talked. She said that Pete never had a will. All of his assets went to her. She was worth a lot of money. She sold the estate and the lawyers got her away from the wheeling and dealing business. She didn't want to be involved with the drugs and stuff.

"Jerry, I kept the girls - you know, the hookers. They had nowhere to go. I felt sorry for them. I am now their madame. I set up a nice house for them to work out of. The ones hooked on drugs I have in rehab. Every girl had a choice to stay or leave. I would not hold any of them against their will. They all love me and want to work for me. I take care of them and help invest their money. We hired an accountant. Because of you, Jerry, life is so much better for me and the girls. They told me any time you come over it's a free ride for you." Ann was smiling.

"I'm so happy it all worked out for you. I'll always consider you my girl."

"Jerry, is there a chance for us to be together?"

"Ann, you are as close to loving a woman as I ever got. We could never be husband and wife. You like your sex and if we were married, I am too proud of a man to share you. As friends it's just different. Anytime you want to be fuck buddies, just give me a call."

"Jerry, come with me to the motel. I want to fuck your brains out."

"I would like that. I love your black ass."

We went to the motel and as we entered the room I heard the shower shut off.

"Ann, there's someone in the shower."

"Jerry, come on. A brave man like you isn't afraid of my mother, are you?

Damn, life doesn't get any better than this!

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