114 comments/ 353260 views/ 10 favorites Yesterday's Gone By: davidwatts NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH! Danger danger.... This story contains some nudity, big black cocks, a hot blonde with big breasts, graphic sexual situations and a copious amount of totally gratutious violence. All this accompanied by a tongue firmly planted in cheek. What category this story will end up, I do not know, because it could go into at least five that I know of. And now for something (hopefully) completely different..... What an amazing chain of events have taken place over the last twenty four hours! If you had told me yesterday I would have been writing this now, I would have told you that you were crazy. Hell, until then I didn't even realize this website existed. But that was yesterday, as that old Chad and Jeremy song said, and yesterday's gone. Yesterday I was a happily... fairly happily married man, hitched for over twenty six years to a lovely woman who had managed to keep herself looking far younger than her forty eight years. Two adult children living at their respective colleges a half continent away and doing fantastic. And finally, after years of busting our asses our business had finally taken off and become successful beyond our wildest dreams. Who could ask for anything more? Well, there was always something missing, I felt and probably my wife Beth agreed. Our marriage had become a little stale over the last few years with the kids gone, and we could have used a little something to spice things up. I had suggested visiting a nudist colony but Beth turned that idea down cold. She said she couldn't bear to get naked in front of a bunch of strangers in the shape she was in. Bullshit, I said. She looked fantastic, and could easily have passed for a dozen years younger than her actual age, forty eight. Beth's breasts were still firm despite the years and their impressive size, 38D, and the D still stood for delightful I always reminded her. She had only gotten a tiny bit thicker around the middle and still had a great butt and shapely legs that didn't quit. The blonde hair came mostly from chemicals these days but hey, we all age eventually, and was doing it very gracefully. Me, I've aged too, but still not bad for a man of fifty though. Hair thinning on top a little, I must admit, and I could stand to use a few pounds. Fifteen maybe. Still, I could be in worse shape, and after going to our thirty year high school reunion, I realized that most guys were. Anyway, what led me to write this story has all taken place since my wife showed me a way to change our lives forever, and revealed to me a lifestyle I hadn't known existed until then. So thanks Beth, for opening my eyes. I know she would never complain about my telling our story, since it was her idea to begin with. Last night I was working at our pub as usual, doing the paperwork and paying the bills, while trying to make sure the help kept the thievery down to a somewhat respectable level. I usually stayed until ten or eleven and let the help close up later. Ten to ten is a long enough day, and I had recently begun working only five or six days a week instead of seven. I got an e-mail from Beth around eight o'clock. It wasn't unusual for her to send me a message, but this one was weird. She asked me to log onto a website (no not this one, so don't waste your time looking :), which contained a bunch of erotic literature that seemed to be written by everyday people. The message directed me to three stories in particular she wanted me to read in order, so I navigated through the site to them and began reading. I read the first story and was really shocked. This was really wild stuff, graphic beyond belief, and I couldn't believe my wife would be reading things like this. Maybe this meant she might be changing her mind about going to a nudist colony, I thought hopefully. The story was about a housewife who has this guy come to her house and fuck her while the husband is away. The guy is some huge black guy with a foot long cock as thick as a beer can, and he screws her everyday while the poor chump husband is out working. The story wasn't written particularly well, and contained a few spelling and syntax errors, but you couldn't fault the writer's enthusiasm. I read the next story Beth had suggested, and this was even more graphic than the other one. In this tale the guy from the first story had brought his cousin to her house with him to fuck the housewife. This guy's cock was even bigger than the other dude's, and they took turns screwing her and fucking her in the ass while getting their cocks sucked in between. I was starting to get an uneasy feeling, and not just from the stories, although I admit to getting a hard on while I read. Something was just not right, and the last story brought everything into focus. The last story was a confessional of sorts from the woman, who told in detail how she had been screwing around with a whole bunch of guys for almost a year. She told how bored she was with her husband and how dull the sex had become over the years. She also said that her husband's boring little six inch dick just couldn't cut it anymore for her, how she needed big black cock, and as many and as often as she could. Finally she admitted her greatest fantasy was for her husband to watch a black guy fuck her. She wanted her husband to sit and watch her give the guy head, and later after he shot his load into her pussy she wanted her husband to come over to her and suck the guy's cum out of her. A creampie she called it. Live and learn. It was all new to me. The final paragraph told how she wanted her husband to come home early from work tonight and watch her get screwed by this black guy. She wanted her husband to suck the cum out of her pussy and then lick the man's cock and balls clean. She wrote that this would be the ultimate turn on for her. Besides, she concluded, the husband might find it the most exciting thing they had ever done. A helluva lot more exciting than some nudist camp would ever be. That was the end of the three stories written by StillGreatat48. Was I excited as I hustled out of the pub and drove home as fast as I dared? What do you think? Excited was not the word. Could this really be happening? My wife getting fucked by some guy and me getting invited to watch? It could not be real, and I still suspected that it was Beth's idea of a joke of sorts as I pulled up to our raised ranch in our quiet cul-de-sac. The house was almost dark and there were no strange cars around the house, so I figured that I was the butt of a joke and decided to go in. Hell, I gotta admit the stories had turned me on as I read them, so maybe getting me to come charging home was a good idea as a way to spice things up around the house. When i got in the house, I could Beth yelping and carrying on like crazy. Was she just playing around, waiting for me in bed to come in and laugh her ass off? When I entered our master bedroom, it was very obvious that this was no joke of Beth's, as she was underneath this big black dude who was pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. I had an amazing view of this guy's nut sack slapping into her ass as he drilled her hard into the bed. It was clear this had been going on for quite some time, as his ebony skin was covered in sweat. I stood speechless in the doorway as Beth began screaming and howling in pleasure. The guy pulled out of her when she finally stopped screeching and he climbed up toward the headboard. It was at this point that they both noticed me there, and the guy chuckled loudly while looking at me with contempt. "Heh heh heh, look who's here bitch" he cackled while stroking his stiff cock next to Beth's face. "You just in time for the money shot now, chump. Here it comes bitch, open wide." He pointed his huge black member next to Beth's face, who lay there with her mouth wide open, and began spurting cum all over her. Some actually went into her mouth, while the rest sprayed all over her face and hair and onto the pillow. After about a half dozen shots, he dragged his dripping cock across her cheek before putting the bulbous head into Beth's mouth for her to siphon out even more if she could. All this done with me under the contemptous glare of this hulking stranger. Beth raised up on her elbows and smiled at me, the glistening cum dribbling down her face as she spoke. "Hi honey, you looked surprised" Beth said in the understatement of the decade. "This is my friend Grandmaster, I mean Raheem." This Raheem nodded at me like I was a dog turd and went back to pulling on his now flaccid cock. "What is it?" I asked, "Raheem or Grandmaster?" "Raheem's my righteous name and Grandmaster's my street name" he sneered. "Well what do you think honey?" my wife asked with what seemed like great expectations in her voice. "Isn't Raheem wonderful? Look at all these muscles and the washboard abs!" she exclaimed like she was showing me some antique she had just overpaid for. "Yeah great" I said with utter confusion in my voice. "You a bodybuilder?" I asked. "Nothin else to do but pump iron in the yard man less you a fuckin' fairy" he explained. "The yard?" I asked. "You mean prison?" "It wasn't anything real bad" Beth said while immediately leaping to Raheem's defense. "He was innocent anyway. He was actually the victim when you come right down to it!" "Yeah, I've heard the joint is loaded with innocent people" I agreed. "What was it that brought all this on anyway, Beth?" "Oh Ray, you know our marriage was going nowhere fast" Beth told me. "I met a few people online who told me about some things and before you know it, well here I am! Beth exclaimed proudly. "And besides Ray, look at this." Beth was referring to Raheem's cock, which she happily grabbed with both hands and slowly but firmly pulled on. The now rubbery tube was truly an impressive sight even limp. "Face it Ray" Beth said, "you can't match this. And he can really please me too Ray, he can fuck all night non-stop. With you it's one time and then lights out." "You have a point there Beth" I admitted grudgingly. "After I get home from working twelve hours I haven't got a whole lot of energy left." "Work?" Raheem loudly piped in without an invitation. "Work's for fools." "Oh, what do you do for a living?" I inquired innocently. "You watchin' it fool" He said while reaching over for a jangling cell phone on the counter. "Tell her you're busy if it's her again" Beth told him while turning back to me. "He's getting harassed by one of the mothers of his children" she explained while wiping a hanging strand of semen from her chin. "What did he mean this is his work?" I asked with interest. "Are you paying him for fucking you?" "Shhhh..." Beth scolded me. "Oh, I've just been helping him out. We can afford it. We have so much more than he does. These other women are like leeches, besides. They're always bothering him for money for diapers and things, and it really makes him upset too, so don't make a big deal out of it." "What the hell happened to your arms?" I asked Beth, pointing to a number of bruises on her upper arms that almost seemed to be hand prints of sorts. "Oh, Raheem likes to play rough sometimes" Beth giggled as she ran her hand over the marks. "It doesn't hurt though." Just then Raheem cursed into the phone and threw it over on the side chair, and came back to Beth's side. "Your old lady said you gonna watch me do her" Raheem said. "Said she want you to suck my load outta her cunt after I pop one and then you gonna lick my wild thing clean as shit." "Uh, that's what she told me she wanted" I said with a skeptical edge to my voice. "It's not really something I was prepared for tonight, I have got to admit." I looked at this gigantic dude who probably stood about six foot three and went 240 pounds, with a shaved head that had a little dent near the right temple. Raheem had a tattoo of sorts on his left arm that looked like it was done with a branding iron, but I couldn't make out what it was supposed to be. His right arm sported another tattoo, a professionally done one, and that one I thought I recognized. "Nice ink there" I commented. "Is that supposed to be Urkel?" Raheem looked at his arm and then back at me, clearly not amused as he flexed his muscle and made the head wiggle. "Urkel? What the fuck? You trying to be funny now, fool?" he asked. "That's Louis Farrakhan you motherfucker! Urkel? I got your Urkel right here" he scoffed while going back to pulling on his member which continued to drip on our sheets. "Sorry, no offense" I offered. "I liked Urkel." "Ray, why don't you get us some drinks and we can enjoy ourselves?" Beth suggested. "Oh can I please?" I asked with what I thought was overly dramatic excitement. "Yeah, you got any malt?" Raheem asked. "Old English or some shit like that, know what I'm sayin'? A forty would be so fine, know what I'm sayin'?." "You were saying you want some Old English, I think that was what you were saying, am I right?" I responded. "Damn, I think I'm out of Old English right now, but how about a Sam Adams?" I went to the kitchen and obediently fetched three beers and brought them back unopened, not wanting my honored guest to think that I would piss in it or something vile like that. I distributed the beers and stood there like a fool while the happy duo lay in our bed and chatted with each other like it was just another day in the neighborhood. "Hey!" I said as everybody drank. "I thought I was brought home to watch you two fuck" I asked while Raheem went over to answer his ringing cell phone again. "Oh honey, you don't know how much this will turn me on" Beth said happily. "And then after he comes you can lick his semen out of me right, oh please... please Ray?" she said chirping like a schoolgirl. "I've read a lot of stories on how it turns you guys on and he shoots a real big load! Plus, it tastes great!" "That would excite you Beth?" I asked in utter disbelief. "For me to watch my beloved wife of twenty six years get fucked by this convict..." "Ex-con" Beth corrected me. "Ssssh, he'll hear you! Don't ruin this for me... for us" she said while motioning over toward Raheem who was ranting and babbling furiously into the phone. "Sorry, ex-con" I hissed. "I get to watch this ex-con fuck you in our bed, which is part of the bedroom set we just got done paying for a couple of months ago. Then you want me to lick his cum out of you?" "Well, you sort of did it last Saturday night" Beth said sheepishly. "How's that?" I said, doing a double-take as my jaw headed south. "Last Saturday night when you got home and we made love, remember how you went down on me?" Beth reminded me. "Well, Raheem had just left me about an hour before that, so I guess you got a mouthful, sort of... Well you didn't complain!" "Oh, well then, now that's different!" I said joyously, barely able to contain my surging emotions. "I'm experienced at these creampuffs then." "Creampies Ray" Beth said. "I'm glad you aren't mad. Besides, I thought you might enjoy doing this, because Raheem looks a little like Michael Jordan doesn't he? And you liked Michael Jordan, I remember that!" Beth proclaimed proudly." "Yeah, I enjoyed watching him play basketball" I admitted. "Yeah, I guess Grandfather... Master whatever the hell it is, does resemble him a little. Take away the homemade tattoo and that dent in this skull and that long knife wound scar on his rib cage and the prison record and I guess that he does, a little. Maybe. In the right light." Just then Raheem ended the scream filled phone call with a triumphant "then fuck you too motherfucker!" and came back to the bed. "Well, now that's over with, how about you two getting back in action" I said excitedly. "Chill fool, I just got done with your old lady a minute ago" Raheem informed me bruskly. "Oh sorry" I said apologetically. "My fault, Beth told me you could go all night. She tends to exaggerate at times." "I can baby, don't you worry none about the Grandmaster! My shit is real!" Raheem said with the anger returning to his voice. Turning to Beth he bellowed "your old man wants to watch my shit in action. You know what I like. You know how to get me up fast, know what I'm sayin?. Get busy!" With that he swung around and with his back to the headboard straddled Beth's head with his thighs. He lowered himself down on Beth's face and she began eagerly licking Raheem's balls. He smiled and lifted his dick to show me what Beth was doing. "Like that shit man? You seem real interested that's for damn sure." Raheem asked with a grin. "Now really go to work, you know what I really likes woman!" he commanded Beth while shifting up forward a little, continuing to hold up his cock in one hand while now cupping his balls in the other. This movement, combined with him lifting his left leg and spreading wide, generously allowed me an unobstructed view of Beth's face between his ass cheeks, and my wife's tongue busily lapping at his asshole. "Oh man that's so good!" Raheem moaned while rolling his eyes. "Shit baby that's it! Get your tongue on in there bay-bay! Work it! Word bond, this female sure can give quality rim!" This was far beyond surreal. Not even the loud fart the guy let go a moment later could make much of a difference to me at this point. "Only beer air baby. No need to be concerned none, just keep on workin' that tongue in there" Raheem guffawed. It certainly seemed not to bother Beth, which made me recall the disgust she used to express if I happened to cut one in bed. I suppose the subtle difference was that I hadn't farted with her mouth on my asshole. "Can you see this shit good man?" Raheem asked as I moved closer to the bed. "See what she doin'? See what all your old lady doin' down there did to my jimmy?" he added proudly. Sure enough, his cock was growing longer and harder, and it was only a minute before that curved weapon stood up by itself. Raheem's incredible cock swayed in front of him, easily a foot long if not longer. I inched closer to the bed as he smiled at me. "You see okay?" he asked while watching me get closer to the action. "You likin' this shit ain't ya? Want some yourself later maybe?" "Hell yeah, who in their right mind wouldn't? I just wanted to show you mine too" I said to him as I got next to the lovebirds. "I don't wanna see your sorry little pale pecker" Raheem informed me with a sneer. "Your old lady told me all about your weak shit!" "It's not as big as yours" I told him, "but I know how to use it." When Raheem looked over at the object of my affection that I held proudly in my hand, I could see he was impressed. "Don't get crazy with that shit" he said with bulging eyes. "DO NOT MOVE!" I said as firmly as I could. "If you want to walk out of here, do not move and do exactly as I say." "Sure man sure!" Raheem said with a now shaky and quivering voice, his eyes fixed on my weapon which, I am proud to say, was not shaking or quivering in the least. Fully licensed too, I might add, and he obviously admired the shiny black barrel pointed directly at his chest. "Muurrghph" Beth added, as Raheem's ass muffled something that might have been a request for air from my beloved. "What I want you to do "Grandmaster", is this" I instructed in as cold and calculating a tone as I could manage. "After you get your stinking ass off my wife's face, I want you to wrap your hands around my wife's neck and choke her. After all, she said you do like to play rough." I whispered to him that he was in no danger himself as long as he listened and followed orders, to which he nodded enthusiastically in the affirmative. I kept the gun pointed directly at him as he swiveled off Beth's face and did just as I had asked. Yesterday's Gone I watched as those big black hands wrapped tightly around her throat, cutting off the air and causing Beth to start clawing at him wildly, her eyes bugging out of her head as she fought for air. When I looked at him, he was having no problem with this, in fact part of him seemed to be enjoying it, and without the gun in his face who knows? Anyway, it was brief. No contest. It was over in a minute. Raheem eased off the bed and between worried glances at me and Beth, began to gather his things. "I'm outta here man" Raheem said while trying to quickly grab up his belongings with trembling hands. "You honky motherfuckers is crazy." "Crazy?" I asked calmly. "I'm married to a woman for twenty six years, and she tells me to come home and watch you two fuck in my bed. In my house. Paid for with my... our sweat and tears. And you think I'm crazy?" He looked at me and shook his head nervously, first no and then yes. "I'd be fucking crazy if I let it happen" I told him. "What kind of man could sit by and watch his wife get fucked by a scumbag like you? And then lick the cum out of her? Lick your cock? Oh baby! That's the real kicker that one! You have got to be the crazy one, you and her both..." I added while gesturing over toward Beth, who lay motionless on the bed. "You just pissed cause I'm black" Raheem said with a little bit of his bravado returning. "You think your color has anything to do with me being mad?" I snapped at him. "That's total bullshit so quit playing the poor victim, you asshole. Your color is irrelevant to me. I'm the one that got fucked over here, with my hard-earned money going to your sorry ass besides. Shows how little respect you have for yourself that you think it's more degrading for the mother of my children to sleep with you than a white guy." "That's cool man, whatever you say. I'm a father too, just like you" Raheem said while looking for his sock. "Father my ass" I spat angrily. "You're no damn father, you're a breeder. No father has to be begged for diaper money for his children while wearing hundred dollar sneakers." "Whatever man, I'm outta here!" Raheem said as he moved toward the door. "I stand corrected" I said. "I didn't think you were as dumb as you looked" I admitted as I squeezed the trigger. I have to say that although I went for the heart on the first shot, on the second I tried for the cock. Missed high. How the hell I could manage to miss that target was beyond me. Chalk it up to working long hours and not spending enough time on the range. The third shot wrapped up the fucking career of Raheem. I called the police and screamed at them to get an ambulance over here at once, gave the address in an incredible over-the-top performance and hung up to do some housekeeping. I disposed of my beer bottle and did some quick cleaning up on the computer evidence before going back to check on the missus. Beth's purplish glow on her cheeks went well with her golden locks as I surveyed the grisly scene. I thought back on all the wonderful years we had, but it all kept coming back to the way it had ended. Not my preferred choice of endings, that was for certain, but then again I wasn't left with options galore. I couldn't live with her as it was after that night, and I couldn't live with myself if I had done nothing. If Beth had just said she wanted out of the marriage that would have been fine with me, but rubbing my nose in this kind of shit was another thing all together. If people mutually agree to live their lives as couples fucking other people, let them. That's not for me. When the police came I told them how I had come home and heard noises in the bedroom. I had gotten my licensed weapon out of hiding and when I went into the bedroom, this guy came lurching toward me and I fired several times. I told the same story a number of times and after a trip downtown, was free to go. I still had a lot to do, and calling the kids to let them know their mother had been murdered was no joy. Knowing our kids the way I do, hearing the truth of what their mom had been doing would not have hurt them any less than the story they were given. Will the story hold up? I think so. Raheem, aka Grandmaster, aka Malcolm Jessup had a criminal record as long as his wang, while I was a very respected member of the community with a spotless past. And while I am sure that a sharp cop could find that my wife had been screwing this guy, and with a little computer savvy might be able to make a vague connection of sorts to me, there's little worry of that in this town. That is, if the cops that drink in my place are any barometer of brains. My lawyer told me that it will just go down as self defense for me after Raheem murdered my wife, and the fact that he was a two-time woman beater in the past made it totally believable. I'm not proud of what I have done, and I know the memory will haunt me at times, but I think the pain will fade with the passing years. Besides, the amount of sympathy I'm getting from people is incredible. Me, the poor grieving widower, surrounded by well wishers while I try to cope with everything that has gone down. Especially the day bartender at our... my pub. I really think she will be of considerable help in my battle to rebuild my life after this tragedy. She's a cute redhead that's around forty, with a great personality and a cute body. I know she has been interested in me for years, and has not been shy about hinting at it, but I never did anything about it. Why? Because then I was a married man. A man who took the wedding vows seriously, regardless how his wife took them, right down to the very end. *** Your comments are welcomed. I thank you for reading.