63 comments/ 123172 views/ 23 favorites Complications By: magmaman Brace yourself. This story has cheating in it so if that outrages you, oh well. +++ Sam and Samantha were both 25 when they hustled down the aisle with Rice flying through the air. That was a good day, it had taken Sam a solid 4 years of effort to catch her. The wooing had been one of those off and on again things. College was a wild and crazy time, it usually is. Both of them were long past being virgins by the time their dating became more or less exclusive. That was just an assumption on Sam's part, he never asked her about any of that even though he did want to. That was because prior to them hooking up seriously, Samantha played the field, so Sam did the same. It really is difficult to be upset about any relationships with others, when one is not exclusive. She was blunt about that. "I really do like you but whoever I end up with will be for the entire rest of my life, so I want to be sure." She told him. Sam could understand that, but he was reasonably sure he wanted it to be her. He was not even completely sure why, Samantha was not the prettiest woman on campus, not by a long shot. What she had was something else, her manner, her smile, the way she looked at people. Whatever it was, was special and there were no end to guys trying their very best to date her. The entire situation was that Sam was interested and wanted Samantha all to himself, she was mildly interested but just not ready to give up her freedom. So every time things got to the point where he was ready to just give up and move on, there she was again and it started all over. At first it was only dating, Sam would ask her out but she would be "busy" then sometimes she would not be and agree to go. He tried taking her to dance clubs, but other men would come up and ask her to dance all the time. She seemed to know them and danced a lot, yet she would always ask him first. "Do you mind?" She would ask, her body language suggesting that she was going to dance with them anyway. What is there to say to that question? He wanted to say no way in hell but that would make him appear silly, jealous. It happened enough that he began to take her on picnics, trips to the beach, any place he could think of where they were unlikely to run into some guy she knew. Even that didn't always work, Samantha was very popular, not only with other guys but also other women, she seemed to attract friends very easily. The first few dates did end with some mild petting sessions, experimentation with each other but Samantha was selective about what was allowed. It got to the point where even though she was comfortable with partial nudity and enjoyed his hands on her, he began to expect being stopped before things went further. Of course that led to frustrations, and being young and male, Sam went out with a young lady named Charley after Samantha was on one of her "busy" evenings. Sam knew very well that "busy" meant that Samantha had a date, she was dating other men regularly. Charley was different though, she liked him and was perfectly willing, so when they ended up back at his apartment she was naked on his bed in very short order. As near as he could tell, Charley had no inhibitions at all. Charley's young body was in very fine shape, she was blessed with a round behind that most women would kill for, a set of breasts that were high and firm and that she had no concerns at all of displaying. Obvious from the complete lack of tan lines, except for the tiny whiter triangle at her nearly hairless loins. Down at the beach with her he figured out that part, she had her top off before Sam could get the blanket spread out. For a brief period he forgot all about Samantha, and Charley kept looking at his own display of interest with a smile. After just a couple of hours she suggested that they should go somewhere more private. For the first time in Sam's life he engaged in sex, of course he had a few less than serious attempts earlier but now he finally knew what real sex was like. Charley was eager, very eager. She shoved herself upwards as firmly as she could, trying to get him deeper. Sam didn't get much time to rest, Charley then used every trick she could think of to restore him, and took advantage of that again. It was one hell of a night, and Sam really liked that. Charley wasn't the type that would jump from one bed to another, not really. Once hooked up with a guy, she stayed hooked up until it became time to move on. Sometimes a boyfriend lasted for days, even weeks. At one point Charley was down there doing her best to get him up for a rerun. "Am I as good as Samantha is?" She asked him in her usual blunt manner. She knew very well that they had been dating sometimes. "I don't know, we have never...." He answered. "No shit?" She raised and eyebrow at that, but didn't say anything else. It was a couple of days later when they were sitting in the cafeteria leaning in close and talking that Samantha walked in. Sam saw the look on her face, then she turned and walked back out. He wanted to jump up and run after her but he didn't. Of course to Charley the situation was just fun, she had no plans or desires to hook up with Sam permanently since there was no end to available and willing males around. The affair turned out to be one of those passing in the night type of things, a half dozen rolls in the hay over a few days and that was all it was. That affair ended when he was driving down the street headed for the park with Samantha sitting next to him, then he spotted Charley standing on the curb waiting for the walk light. She looked over, saw them, smiled and shrugged. Samantha was quite upset about what she knew very well had happened, and even though she did her level best to not let her upset show, it still did. "I didn't think you were like that." She told him, acting somewhat miffed. There was a good night kiss that evening, but no necking at all. That was somewhat confusing to Sam, she acted like it was OK for her to play the field but not OK for Sam to? It was a few weeks before she agreed to go out with him again. In the meantime she was going out with a young man named Cole that was on the track team. He was tall, blond hair and one of those nose in the air jock types. Sam did not like Cole one bit. He had a bit of a reputation around the campus and had dated a lot of the better looking gals, including Charley. Sam had Charley figured out, a date with her meant sex as part of it, if she didn't want to fuck a guy she wouldn't go out with him in the first place. She also had her own version of morals, if a guy was dating someone else seriously, that was the end of dating Charley, at least for the moment. What Sam didn't have figured out was Samantha, but he did know he wanted her, and he wanted her all to himself. It wasn't working out that way, though, so he simply didn't ask her out for quite some time. He was sitting in the library one afternoon when Samantha walked up and sat down. "Want to go somewhere and do something?" She asked him, a bit of a surprise since she had never asked him before. This time things were completely different with Samantha, on the way home after dinner and a movie she whispered to him that she wanted to go to his place. He had taken Samantha there several times, they always necked on the couch and petted, Sam could even slide his hands inside of her bra and tease her nipples but if his hands went down below the waist she would stop him. When he made the attempt this time she didn't stop him. Once he realized that she was not going to resist, he mentioned that he didn't have a rubber. With his hand up her dress and his fingers sliding down the front of her panties, she whispered to him that she was on the pill now. Sam thought he would find her a virgin, after all, she had made it very clear over months of periodic dating that she was not one of those kind of girls. Sex with her was easy, there was no sign of discomfort on her part, no bleeding at all. She opened her legs readily to give him access, no sign of hesitation or shyness. It was like she had planned on it? She even let him lean down and inspect her carefully, sliding his fingers over her pussy with delight. He had left the lights on, half expecting her to ask him to turn them off or at least down. She didn't, she just opened her legs wide once her panties were off. Sam then did quite a few of the things that Charley had taken great pains to teach him. After a few minutes of that, she sat up and stripped off her upper garments, then completely nude she leaned back. Samantha, naked! It was wonderful, something he had wanted, hoped and dreamed about, and now she was his. Sam had hoped that he was going to be her very first, but now he was not sure. Somewhere her basic resistance had vanished. The boundary she put up before just vanished once they crossed it. Sam really did want to ask her about that but he didn't, after all, they were not exclusive and he had certainly experienced sexual activity himself and he was sure that Samantha knew it. What could he say then? Besides, he had no idea of how to ask her about it anyway without sounding like a jealous jerk. For just a couple of days he was very happy. +++ When Samantha continued to date others, Sam saw that and there was nothing he could do about it. He had thought that sex would mean she was his, it didn't work out that way. Frustrated at that he did the same, even ending up with Charley again for a short time. Those times were nice, a date with Charley always ended up with incredible sex. Charley even told him that he had the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, holding it like it was a joystick on one of those computer games. Sam understood from that, that Charley must have had her hands on her fair share of them. So Charley was a fuck buddy, not exactly someone he had plans of taking home to show off to his Mom. Even though she was always extremely willing when they did date, she would always ask him if he was "going with anyone" when he did ask her. Sam found that he was more successful with her if he fibbed a little bit. There was another date with Jean from one of his classes. She was a tall woman, mildly on the heavy side which really didn't hurt anything much. By now Sam was a bit more aggressive, sex was fun and he liked it. When he parked and kissed her, then reached out to stroke Jean's heavy breasts, he felt her hands on his crotch. In short order she had his pants open and was stroking him, that didn't take very long. She also didn't seem to mind at all when he rolled and then sucked on her nipples with abandon. "There! That should keep you from pestering me. Maybe we can do the rest when we get to know each other better, but you will need to use a rubber." She said, letting go of Sam's rapidly deflating cock, reaching into her purse for a tissue to wipe her hands with. Then she tugged her bra back into place and buttoned up her blouse. Her attitude was that it was just a chore, part of the price to pay for dating. She appeared to be mildly disgusted at the whole process. Sam didn't take her out again after that. Next there was Donna, it took just two dates before she gave in, she was tall and slender and didn't want him touching her breasts. But he discovered she would let him go for her lower body without concern. Later he figured out why. Donna was very flat chested, although she didn't appear that way dressed. She wore an extremely well padded bra since one breast was half again larger than the other. She lost her shyness about her breasts once he got her legs spread, by then he had come to realize that every woman's vagina was different. Donna had a protruding pubic mound, bony, her pussy had flat looking lips and she got wetter than he even knew was possible. With his cock deep inside of her, after that she became quite uninhibited. Sam did not mind her oddly shaped breasts at all, her right side was round and firm, about the size of an Apple, the other one was soft and sagged gently. Playing with them was a real kick, and once he did get her completely nude she no longer acted concerned. That was the first time anyone ever sucked Sam's cock, he found he liked that a lot. How she could easily get all 7" of him down her throat was something to watch, then she did something with her throat muscles that caused an orgasm that made him nearly faint. Donna had to get on top of him, leaning way forward to accomplish that. She became a three times each week situation, until Sam discovered that the rest of the time she was over at an apartment of a friend of his. It was a total accident, he needed some of his books back, so he went over there. His friend opened the door wearing just his boxers, as Sam was retrieving his books Donna walked out of the bedroom wearing just a towel. "OH!" She said, then she quickly turned and went back into the bedroom. Since her ass was bare, Sam knew what had been going on. There was a bit of an argument and that was the end of that. Once again he found himself back on the market, looking. +++ When he ran into Samantha at a party, it all started right up again. He had drifted away from trying to date her during his period with Donna. Sam had even been thinking of what life might be like if he chose Donna, thinking at the time that they actually were a couple. When he did figure out that he was just a friend with benefits, he lost interest. It was their very next date when he took Samantha home with him. That became a regular thing with them, a date usually ended up in his bed. Before he engaged in actual intercourse he took great care to lick her to an orgasm, hoping she might get the hint. She didn't at first, instead once her panties were off she lay back and opened her legs. That was exciting, of course but he really did like some of the things Donna had done and was trying to teach Samantha. Much later after a bit of encouragement she slid her mouth over him, then when he ejaculated she jumped up and ran for the bathroom and spit it out. She wouldn't do that any more after that. +++ By the time Sam presented her with a ring and asked her, he was reasonably sure she was ready to say yes. There was a moment of hesitation though, Sam saw that in her eyes. Then she said yes, he hugged her and was very happy. They both finally finished school, they both had their degrees. Samantha in nursing, Sam in business Engineering. It took very little time for them to settle into fairly well paying jobs. Sam's work was always daytime, Samantha's did vary though. Sick people are just as sick at night as they are in the daytime, it seems. Her shifts were always 12 hours, three days one week and four the next. His was a far more normal 9 to 5. Some weeks she worked day shifts, leaving two hours before he did and not getting home until a bit after 7 PM. Sam always cooked on those evenings, and Samantha was always home exactly on time. Things settled quickly into a routine, mostly just working and living, with schedules that every few weeks had them both home on a weekend. She stayed on the birth control pills, they talked about that and decided they wanted the house paid off so they could trade up into more room first. Life became a routine, for a couple of years lovemaking was reserved for the times their schedules blended into them both being home. She was four days on the night shift, then two weeks later it was three days on day shift. About every six weeks or so Samantha's weekend was longer, five days due to her shifts being staggered. There was always a party to go to, then she would be on day shift again. It was one of the day shifts that was his first surprise. He felt her slip out of bed to shower before work, and normally he would go right back to sleep. But this day he was awake, Samantha came out drying herself off, then reached into her closet for a fresh smock. He was delighting in the way she looked, her body pink from the hot water, when she simply slipped the smock over her head and tugged it down. Not a stitch on underneath it except for heavy white leggings. That was a surprise, no panties? He knew that Samantha seldom wore a bra, she had on their dates at first but often she just didn't bother. He lay there pretending sleep as she bustled around, then she walked over and leaned down and kissed him like she always did, and left for work. Sam lay there for quite some time, thinking. She was at work all day, wearing a button up the front blue smock, and not really a single thing on underneath except for those funny looking pantie hose? Of course it did cover her completely, but the idea of that was in his head and he found it rather erotic. That evening when she came home he asked her about the lack of undergarments. "Most of us don't, there is every kind of sick person you can think of at the hospital, so we shower several times each day. It's just a lot faster and easier." She shrugged. "That's kind of hot!" Sam told her. She looked at him oddly and then grinned. "It is a hospital, you know?" She laughed. "Yea, I know. It's just the idea, I guess. You being naked and nobody knowing." Sam laughed. "I'm not naked, I wear the nylons." "Hell, you can see right through those things." "The patients never know of course, some of the Doctors and the other nurses do." "The Doctors do? How?" "The showers are off the staff room, sometimes things happen and we are in a hurry." She replied, digging into the food he had set on the table. "You mean you take showers together? You don't have separate ones?" "No, not very often, just sometimes. They are all pretty good about that, but we are medical so nudity is no big deal, we see it every single day." She again looked at him oddly. "I guess I just never thought about that." Sam said. "I mean the nudity part and all. I know of course with the patients it's part of the job, but with the staff?" He added. "Well, I do have to insert Catheters, and wash people's privates sometimes so I don't even think about it. Besides, this little hospital is way underfunded, way under staffed so we are lucky to even have a staff room, let alone showers and things like that." Sam nodded and didn't say any more, but it stuck in his head that sometimes Samantha might be naked in front of the other staff. It not only was in his head, he thought about that a lot and it bothered him some. Other men, Doctors be damned, seeing his wife naked? That bothered him, at the same time it mildly excited him which he did not understand one bit. A few days later he couldn't stand it any more, so he asked her. "Take any showers today?" He said. "Sure, of course. What do you mean by that?" "Oh, I was just wondering, is all." "You want to know if any of the guys on staff see me naked, don't you?" She asked with a smirk. "I guess, just curious." "The idea excites you, doesn't it?" Samantha had a huge grin on her face now. "I think it mostly irritates me a little." Sam admitted, feeling his face flush. "Really? That's funny, but there is no reason at all. We all see so much nudity none of us ever pay any attention to it, and that's the truth." "I suppose so." +++ It was several days later when Samantha was working the night shift. Again she got home a bit after 7 but in the morning. Sam was awake when she came in. She pulled her smock over her head and slipped into bed with him. It was obvious quickly that she was in the mood, and it didn't take her very long to get Sam to willingly join in. Usually sex was reserved for her days off so this was a bit different. Complications "Something happen last night?" Sam asked her as he prepared a breakfast quickly, since now he was going to be late for work. "No, not really except we had a car wreck come in, it was pretty messy but we saved both of them. Then two of the nurses and I went in to take a shower since we got splattered, we try very hard to avoid that but the one man was a bleeder. We wear the plastic aprons, gauntlets and keep wipes around and things like that but this was messy. It's part of the risks of the job and usually I am nowhere near any of the surgeries. Anyway, one of the Doctors came in a few minutes later." She let out a small giggle. "Really? You mean he came into the shower with you?" "Yes, he was in a hurry because he had another surgery. Actually he was in there with three of us." "I don't like that idea very much." Sam told her. "It's really no big deal, honey. Most of the time they wait, being polite but there was no time." "So who is this Doctor, anyway?" Sam asked. "He is the on call surgeon. We all call him Raj since none of us can pronounce his name, he is East Indian or something like that. We all try not to look but it's not easy to do." She tittered at that. "Why not?" "Well, he is kind of...big?" "Big?" "Yes, you know, his...it is very big." She looked at Sam with a smirk. Sam didn't like that one bit, it was bad enough that Samantha acted like showering with men was perfectly normal. He really didn't like the idea that one of then was some overly hung stud. "How damn big is he?" Sam asked, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. "Honey, I didn't go measure the thing, but...Big! Really big, even bigger than...." She suddenly stopped and looked down. "What?" Sam demanded, beginning to get upset now. He was well aware that he was perfectly normal if not a bit above average in the package department, and it was something that never really concerned him before, until this very instant and her rather obvious reactions. "Bigger than what?" He asked again, since it struck him that she wasn't thinking of his when she was comparing. "Nothing. I don't want to have this conversation." She said, picking up on his tone. She finished her pancakes quickly, left the table and went into the bedroom. Sam sat there until he managed to get himself under control, then he left for work. He hated Samantha being on the night shift, he was always sleeping while she worked and the bed felt weird with just himself in it. They normally had less than an hour in the afternoon to catch up on the day. He was awake when she got home the next morning at 7:30 like always. "Well, how was your day..I mean night at work?" He asked her. "Slow, a kid fell off a bike and broke his arm, a man cut his hand slicing some meat, other than that we mostly just did our rounds." "Did you see your hung Doctor?" He asked, flipping some pancakes. "God, are you still on that? He was called in to sew up the guy that got cut but I didn't even assist with that. Then he went on home. It was a boring shift." "Oh." Sam served breakfast, sat down to eat. "One thing, we have a new Doctor joining the staff." "Oh? Who is that?" "You remember him, Cole?" She glanced at him to see his reaction. "Cole? You mean, your old boyfriend, Cole?" Sam felt his face flush. "Yes. He is going to be the new resident on staff. They are adding another wing to the hospital. That is neat, we will get a few extra nurses, too." "Great, maybe they will provide you with some private shower facilities?" "Oh, don't be that way." "I really won't like you being naked in front of your old boyfriend!" Sam said. "That isn't likely to happen much, if any at all. Besides, there isn't anything I can do about him working there. He was just a nice guy, someone I knew." Samantha just looked at him. "Hell, you used to sleep with the guy, didn't you?" Sam's voice was raising now. "All of that was a long time ago, honey." "You did, didn't you?" He demanded. "Yes, but just a couple of times." Samantha blushed and looked down. "I thought I was the first." Sam said, even though he was reasonably sure he wasn't. "I never told you that?" She looked at him oddly. "Oh. You want to know, don't you? Yes, Cole was the first. That just...happened, we were dating. It's you I picked, not him so what's the concern?" She got a stubborn look on her face. Sam didn't answer. "Besides, you were dating back then and I know that Charley woman put out for everybody!" Her voice was getting louder now. "I suppose he is the one you were thinking about the other day that is big like that Raj guy?" Sam said sourly. When she flushed he knew, things went downhill from there. "Honey, the size of a guy's penis doesn't matter, and there isn't a damn thing wrong with yours!" Sam was thinking that from her reaction about that Raj guy being so hung that maybe it did. At least he thought that was why she came home all hot and bothered. He knew he was acting jealous and he hated that, but he couldn't help it. He stormed off into the bedroom, slammed the door. "What in the hell is the matter with you?" She came in right behind him. "What the fuck do you think is the matter? You will be at work all day with some jerk you used to fuck! Am I supposed to like that?" "You are being stupid! And Cole isn't a jerk, he was always nice to me." She retorted. "I will just fucking bet." That was their first major fight, finally Samantha went to bed and Sam went off to work. She was gone to her own job when he got home. That pissed him off even more, she had left far earlier than normal. Sam sat around for awhile, still upset. The idea of his wife's old lover working side by side with her irritated the hell out of him, but he had no idea of what to do about it. Finally he couldn't stand it, he pulled on some slacks and a sports shirt and walked the dozen blocks down to a neighborhood bar. He ordered a drink, sat there and nursed it for a long time before having the second one. He was on his 3rd one when someone sat down beside him. "Hi, Sam! Nice to see you, how is everything going?" Sam looked over, there sat Charley. She appeared to have found a few pounds somewhere. He glanced down, her blouse was unbuttoned a bit too much, displaying a large expanse of her breasts. She also had on black fishnet nylons, her skirt was rather short. Charley looked a little bit slutty, that wasn't like her at all. "Hi. OK, I guess." "That doesn't sound OK, what's up?" Charley still had the same blunt manner. He blurted out what was going on, explaining about Cole coming to work at the hospital that Samantha worked at. "Oh. I can see why you might be upset." "I don't think Samantha would cheat or anything like that, but it just bugs me." "Probably not, but Cole always was a bit hard to resist." She laughed at that. "What do you mean?" "Cole is one of those men that can go all night, plus he is...." She caught the expression on Sam's face and stopped. "What?" Sam asked. "Oh, nothing." "God dammit, Charley, what?" "Well. Cole is kind of.....big?" Sam felt his face flush at that. "Big? Bigger than me?" "Why do you guys always worry about that? Yes, he is bigger than you, but you were one hell of a lot of fun, too. Cole didn't hold a candle to you at licking pussy." She looked at Sam with a huge grin, no sign at all of shyness over saying something like that. "Sam, there was nothing wrong with you, I loved those times with you." Sam didn't answer. "In fact, why don't you and I go over to my place for awhile?" She grinned at him. "I am married now, I can't." Sam felt himself reacting to that, a vision of Charley down on her back, her legs spread wide and her hips bucking popped into his head. "Hell, I won't tell her." Charley gave him a sidelong smirk. "That would be a change, you always were fussy about that?" "Lots of things are different." She got a far away tone in her voice. "I think I had better go on home." Sam said, getting up. "Well, if you ever change your mind?" She smiled at him. Then she got up and walked over to where an older man sat at a table. There were a few words back and forth, the man grinned and Charley sat down. The man produced a money clip, handed her some folded up bills which she slipped inside her bodice. He had that figured out. Sam left, not feeling one bit better. +++ Things were cool for a few days around the house, Samantha didn't say anything but it was obvious she noticed he was a bit upset. Sam never questioned her about anything that happened at work during that period, so she never offered anything. Her long weekend came and this one matched his own weekend. Sam disliked the middle of the week stuff because he could never have a drink on those days, he had to remain alert for his own job. "Are we going to go to the party tomorrow night?" She asked him. She had just stepped out of the shower as Sam came into the bedroom. "I suppose, if you want to." He replied. "Cole will be there, plus the two new nurses. Things are really jammed down there right now, a crew is working on building the new wing but until they get that done we are all going to be sharing space." She looked at Sam for a reaction but he didn't show any. "How long is it going to take for them to finish?" He asked her, sidestepping her comment about Cole. "Between four and six months, they tell us." She began to dry herself with the towel. She looked like she was trying for a reaction since she appeared to be posing for him, and it worked nicely. When she pressed the towel between her legs, leaning over with her bare breasts swaying, that did it. She giggled when he reached out and grabbed her, pushing her towards the bed. "You are going to get me all messy!" Samantha squealed, pretending to resist a little bit. "No doubt about that at all!" Sam told her, as he slid his pants down his hips. She acted more energetic than she normally did, their love making usually was quiet and easy, Sam enjoyed touching her lightly since the almost tickling type touch caused her to orgasm easily. This time she began pressing her hips upwards as he slipped up on top of her, and she moaned loudly when he entered her. Then as he felt her begin to reach her own peak, she began to jam herself against him eagerly. It was not the way Samantha normally was, but he thought that perhaps it was just because they had not made love for nearly a week. "That was different." He told her after, as she lay basking. "I was in the mood, the way you were looking at me and all....and you felt so big and hard...." She told him. Samantha could have gone a very long time without using those words, the moment she mentioned "Big" the thought of what Charley had said flooded back into his mind. "Bigger than you and he can go all night." Was the drift of what she had mentioned almost in passing. Samantha had one hand on his penis, sliding it up and down. Often that would get Sam up and going for a second round, but at her words he felt himself go limp. She didn't say anything, but finally she got up and took another shower. +++ Sam watched as his wife dressed for the party, she put on a pale blue blouse and tan slacks, pulled on a pair of simple white panties and a matching conservative bra. That was not normal either, Samantha seldom bothered with a bra, and a blouse with a skirt was her usual attire. The party was at a house they had not been to before, he asked her who was hosting. "Raj, our on call surgeon." She told him. He just nodded. A tall and dark complected man answered the door at their knock. He shook hands with Sam, then showed them quickly around his rather large home. Several people were already gathered in the huge living room, there was a fireplace on one side warming the room. Samantha took him over to where two young men stood, introduced him to Gerald and Bill, who turned out to be the two nurses that were to start work the next week. "Great, two more men on staff." He thought until it became rather obvious that the two men liked each other. Raj came over to Sam with a pretty dark haired woman in tow, introduced her as his wife, Sheena. She looked exotic, wearing a garment that wrapped around herself. The woman was dark and really very pretty, although it was difficult to tell her shape due to the flowing outfit she wore. She was also overly made up, that seemed a bit strange for it just being a party. It was a simple gathering like so many others they had been to. Quiet and peaceful, some music was playing softly in the background that sounded like some he had heard a few times, odd flowing notes. There was no sign of Cole, which Sam didn't mind. He found himself talking to Gerald and Bill, they were offering hilarious stories about things that had happened in college. Samantha was over by the bar talking to Sheena, Sam noticed their conversation was animated also. He walked over and got himself another drink, gave Samantha a hug. "Having fun, honey?" She asked. "Yea, those two guys are hilarious." He told her. "Yes, they both are half crazy. Gerald put himself through school doing stand up comedy." She laughed. "I can see that." Sam told her. "You picked up on the fact that they are...friends, right?" She laughed again. Sam nodded. He felt pretty good, those two were not going to be any threat to anyone. "Your wife is very beautiful." Sheena told him, with Samantha standing right there. "Yes, she is, thank you." Sam told her, surprised at the comment. He looked at the woman, she had a sweet smile on her face. Sam looked at his wife, she had the same expression? He let that slide, thinking perhaps the woman's customs were different or something. Just then Raj walked up, he patted Sheena's bottom, she simply smiled even more. "Come on, Sam. I have some Cuban cigars, let's go outside." Sam followed him, he did like a real cigar once in awhile. They appeared to be real ones, too, wonderful. Sam and Raj stood on the porch chatting, he was having a bit of a struggle with the man's on the heavy side accent. "Your wife is very beautiful." Raj said at one point, out of the clear blue sky. Those were the exact same words Sheena had said, it sounded strange to have that just dropped into the middle of a conversation. "Yes, she is, thank you." He managed, not quite knowing what to say. He glanced through the large front windows but didn't see Samantha or Sheena. "She is so free and happy it is a joy to work with her." He added. "That's good, I know she likes her work." Sam nodded. "Yes. How do you like my Sheena? She is also very beautiful, isn't she?" Sam nodded again at that. "Yes, she is. I find her manner of dress interesting, also." "Sheena is a very sexual woman, such a joy to be with. She has large breasts, they are soft." The man was looking at Sam for a reaction and he had no clue as to what to say to that. "We are five years now, together. She always tries very hard to please a man." Raj smiled at him. Sam looked at the man, not sure what he was saying. "Perhaps one day you would like to sample her pleasures? I am sure Sheena would enjoy that." Raj still had that smile on his face. Sam got it now. "Look, Doctor. I am married, I don't mess around. I am sure she is wonderful, but...." "I see. Well, so much can change in a life, and love is just a part of it." Raj snuffed out his cigar and went back inside. Sam was mildly miffed, the man had just suggested to him that his wife would be willing? His formerly happy mood was slipping, and when he looked over to see Samantha now engrossed in conversation with Cole it got even worse. He hadn't seen the man arrive. They were standing very close, she was smiling and Cole had touched her hair in what appeared to be an intimate manner without any resistance on her part. He put out his cigar, headed their way. "Come on, it's time for us to go." Sam told her gruffly, taking her arm. "Already? The party is just starting to get going." She said. He could tell from her voice that she was feeling the effects of whatever she was drinking. "Hey, Bud. We were just talking." Cole said. Sam barely managed to not belt the man. "This party is over, are you coming or not?" He demanded angrily, ignoring Cole. "I think if you are going to be that way that I will stay right here." She answered, pulling her arm loose. Sam just looked at her, then turned and walked out the door. +++ Sam heard a car outside, he glanced over at the clock, it was just after 3 in the morning. He heard an engine idling for quite a long time, it sounded like some kind of sports car. Slipping out of bed, he peered out the window, but all he could see was the rear end of a red car due to the hedge in the way. She got out, walked around the back end of the car, then she was out of sight as she leaned down. She stood up, waved as the car pulled away, then turned towards the house. Did she just lean down and kiss someone? He couldn't actually tell. Samantha came in quietly, Sam pretended to be asleep. She stood there for a moment, looking at him, then she went into the bathroom. She was in there for a solid 20 minutes, then she came out, and slipped carefully into bed. Through slitted eyes he saw that she was naked, she always slept that way. It was just a matter of minutes before he heard her breathing slow and then she was asleep. After a half hour or so, he got up and went over to the clothes hamper, dug around looking for her undergarments. He didn't find any. Then he went into the bathroom, in the wastebasket were some tissues. He checked them but saw nothing other than a dab of lipstick. Of course if there was any evidence, she could have simply disposed of that when she flushed. There were no panties in the clothes hamper either, so Sam's imagination ran wild. Who had been driving the red sports car? Where in the hell were her panties? Had she been fucking with someone? He went into the living room, grabbed a blanket and slept in his recliner. +++ "What in the hell is the matter with you?" Were the words that woke him up. Sam looked at Samantha standing there in her robe. "What?" He asked, still trying to get his bearings from the fog of sleep. "You embarrassed me to no end last night, there was no reason for you to be so rude in front of all of my friends!" She yelled. "Rude? What did you expect, that asshole Cole was damn near playing kissie face with you, and your fucking Doctor shower room mate had just suggested that I fuck his wife!" Sam yelled right back. "Don't you raise your voice to me, damn you!" She yelled. Then it hit her what he had just said. "What?" "I said he suggested that I could sleep with Sheena, the guy is kinky!" He told her. "I don't believe that." She scowled. Sam just looked at her, then he got up and went into the bedroom, reached for his clothes. He shut the door behind him but she banged it right back open. "Don't you walk away from me!" She started in again. Sam turned and looked at her. "I think you had better shut the fuck up." He told her in a steely tone of voice. Samantha's mouth came open, but then it closed, she saw the look on his face. He went on into the bedroom, angry at her. He was suspicious, yet he had nothing to base it on. Finally he decided he was being silly, he went back out to talk to her. She was gone. Glancing out into the driveway, he saw that her car was gone. Way early again, then it hit him that she didn't even work that day. Right then he didn't give a shit. +++ Samantha didn't come home all day, and she never called. Sam was pissed off at her, and being stubborn, he didn't call either. Complications He knew that her next shift was not until the following night. By 8 that evening he got in his car and went out to eat. His emotions were a mess, he was torn between being suspicious of her and having a sum total of zero evidence at all to even be suspicious. Just comments, reactions, things that were not normal. Even the waitress caught his mood and simply served him, making no real effort to have any conversation. After eating, Sam drove by his house thinking maybe she was back home. Her car wasn't there so he drove by the little hospital where she worked. Her car sat in the parking lot. That made him feel guilty, it looked like perhaps she was working an extra shift or something, or he had the days mixed up. It was damned hard to keep track of when she worked anyway, what with all the crazy hours. Normally if it was an extra shift she would call but after the short yelling match earlier he could see why she might not. He decided to just go home, apologize when she came home and try to sort things out. Instead he decided to go in and see her, perhaps she was not busy. He parked right next to her car, the moment he stepped out he heard it. The engine was warm, and it was making small noises as it cooled off. He reached out and felt the hood, there was no doubt, the engine was warm. She had been somewhere and only very recently got back. Backing up across the lot, there was a dark corner with large trees. He parked where he could see but was mostly out of sight, shut off the engine and waited. It was over an hour, Samantha came out with Raj walking beside her. He realized she had on one of her pretty dresses instead of her uniform. They stopped by her car and were talking, that all appeared innocent enough until Raj leaned in and kissed her. Had it been a simple buss, that would be one thing but it was a long lingering kiss. Then his hands came up and fondled her breasts, she offered no resistance to that. Sam slammed the car door open and headed for them in a rage. Raj looked up and saw him coming, he turned and darted to his own car, started the engine and screamed out of the parking lot. Sam very nearly ran back and went after the man, but instead he turned his attention to his wife. She stood there with a frightened look on her face. Sam reached her, barely able to contain himself. "Don't hit me!" She exclaimed. Sam hesitated, he had no intention at all of striking her. "What in the hell were you two doing? I saw that!" "Nothing, it was just a little kiss." She protested. She still looked frightened. "I saw that, I don't believe you." Sam reached out and grabbed her dress, shoved it up to her waist. He reached down with one hand, felt her. Now it was obvious. He looked at his hand in shock, his wife was a cheater, he knew that for certain now. Obviously using one of the hospital rooms for a motel, it seemed. He wiped his hand on the front of her dress angrily. Then she turned and touched the key fob on her car, opened the door. It was clear that she wanted to get away from him. Sam stepped up to the window, glancing into the rear he saw the nurse's uniform she normally wore. For some reason that tore it, he belted the window with his fist, shattering it. She let our a scream, started the engine and backed out, grinding the gears as she jerked the car into first and took off with a squeal of the tires. Sam just stood there and watched her go. Then he got into his own car and went home. Samantha didn't come home again that night. Sam sat in his chair, looking down from time to time at the bloody bandages on his knuckles. +++ She called the next day, instantly telling him how much she loved him and how sorry she was, ending with saying she would never do it again. "I was so upset at the arguments, I was crying and told Raj, then it just...it just happened!" She said. Sam listened, as soon as she finished he just hung up without saying a word. She didn't call any more after that for several days. He kept telling himself that this was the end, his marriage was over but even though he thought about doing something with assets, seeing a lawyer, all he did was go to work like normal. He kept expecting her to call, but she didn't. It was nearly a full week later that he followed her in a car he had rented. She left work and drove all the way across town, finally taking the belt line freeway out around the city, then taking an exit to a subdivision outside of town. He parked and watched as she got up and went to an upstairs unit, and went in without knocking. Sam checked the apartment number, went down to the mailbox section and looked at the name. It was Cole's apartment. The parking lot had reserved spaces, he looked at the bright red Corvette sitting in the space with the number that matched. So his guess was right, it had been Cole that brought her home at 3 in the morning. With no panties on. He knew damn good and well she was wearing some when they left the house, he had watched her dress. She was not only obviously fucking around, she wasn't even being very careful to hide it. They were sitting in the kitchen when Sam barged in, he didn't bother to knock. Cole was just getting up, saying "Hey, Bud, it's not what it looks like." Then Sam's fist landed. That was exactly what he had wanted to do the last time the man had said those same words, and it felt really good when the blow landed square. It was actually a pretty good scuffle, Cole was fairly physical but most fights are won if the first punch lands and it did. Sam had never really been much of a fighter, so there was no real skill involved. He used his fists, his elbows, his teeth and then finally his feet on the man. Sam stopped when he realized Samantha was screaming, yelling that he was going to kill him. "Why?" He asked her after he had calmed down some. "Oh, God. You have hurt him." She was wiping at Cole's face with a towel she got from somewhere. "Why do you want to cheat on me?" "Honey, I'm sorry. It was just that..I don't know why, I have been so bored. It was all exciting and I thought you would never know. Then after you found out about Raj? I thought we were over, so it didn't matter." She started sobbing. "You are right about that, we are over." "Oh, please, no! Honey, I am the same person! I love you!" "You have one fucking funny way of showing it!" Sam started to turn to leave when far too many men in blue uniforms to count burst in. Apparently someone in one of the nearby apartments had called the police. He gave up without a struggle, there really was no point in resisting. They were not particularly gentle either. In the back of a squad car, he felt blood running down the side of his face. Cole had used his teeth also. Sam laughed at that, then he started singing at the top of his lungs, just a crazy moment of insanity. "Shut the fuck up, asshole!" A burly cop turned to growl at him. Then at the police station, they started to hook him up to a chain with three other guys to move them to holding cells, he jerked his hand back but all that got him was a night stick in the ribs so he gave up and allowed that. +++ He sat for several days, then they let him out on bail. He was surprised as he walked into the main room and there stood Raj. The man appeared to be nervous but Sam was over being mad, now he was just sick inside. "You bailed me out? Why?" He asked. "It's the least I could do, I guess I owe you. I don't want you to do to me what you did to Cole, OK?" Sam smiled to himself at that. The idea had crossed his mind. "How bad is Cole, anyway?" "He won't work for a few months." "I am real sorry to hear that." Sam said sarcastically. "I wanted to talk to you, explain, OK?" "OK." They went to a tavern, they had told him he wasn't allowed to have anything to drink but he ordered a beer anyway. "So talk. How did you end up fucking my wife?" Sam spat out. Raj cringed slightly, but then he explained that she made her interest obvious. "My own wife and I have an open lifestyle, I..we enjoy it. I..I like to watch her. Many men do, the idea of her enjoying a different man excites me." He admitted. Sam just looked at him. He had heard of the cuckold lifestyle, but didn't really understand it at all. "You mean you let other men sleep with your wife?" Sam asked. "Yes." Raj said. "I thought from the way your wife acted around the hospital that you two did also. I am sorry, had I known I never would have....That is why we had the party and invited you. But then Cole showed up and she seemed more interested in him, I guess they used to date?" "Yea, they did." Sam said bitterly. They both just looked at each other, Sam took a sip of his beer. "So. Tell me what started it." He asked. "She flirted, and she made it obvious she was interested. We have a small nap room at the hospital, the shifts are long sometimes, often boring with nothing going on. Things...happen, you see." "So that fucking hospital is a fucking Peyton Place, huh?" Sam snarled. Raj flushed at that. "I will leave her alone, I didn't mean for anything like this." He said finally. "Kind of a bit fucking late for that." There wasn't much more to talk about really, except at one point Raj did mention that if he wanted to, Sheena would still be willing. Sam just shook his head and went home. He had had quite enough of crazy people. Hell, he was feeling a bit on the crazy side himself. +++ He couldn't get into the house, the locks were changed. That made him furious, so he went around back and pried open the rear door. Inside, he went to his gun case, used his key he kept hidden, and took out his .45 caliber pistol, loaded it. He was thinking of putting the weapon to his head and get the misery over, but after sitting there for over an hour sanity prevailed. Samantha? What in the hell was wrong with her? Bored, she had told him. All of the mixed up shifts, seeing so little of each other? Perhaps that was it, all of the trappings of life getting in the way? He now realized he had no idea at all who the woman he had married really was. But she had changed the locks, what else had she done? She was the one cheating, playing around, not him. Apparently she had always been that way. The signs were there, he should have seen them. Even when they were dating, it was always like he was on the outside looking in. He sat there, slowly building himself into a state of anger. He was still sitting there when he heard the key in the front door lock. Samantha opened the door, stepped in. She wore a light Summer dress, he could see the outline of her slender body with the light behind her. She came to a dead stop when she saw him. Her face went pale. "Oh! You are out?" She said finally. "You locked me out of my own house, after you being the one cheating on me, bitch!" He said, standing up. She was frozen in place. "So not only have you been fucking that Raj guy, but Cole too, right? How many others?" He demanded. She didn't answer, she was looking at the pistol in his hand, her face white. Her hand came up to her mouth. "No! I didn't, Please! Don't!" Her face was a mask of fear. "It doesn't fucking matter. Here are my instructions. Do not touch the accounts, those are now all mine. This house is mine now, also. You get your car, your clothes, your personal things, that is it, got it? Pack them, then get the fuck out!" Her expression changed, she got that stubborn look on her face again. "You can't dictate to me...." Was as far as she got when he pointed the gun between her legs and pulled the trigger. The bullet passed through the cloth, barely missing her groin by inches. There are very few things as loud as a .45 caliber pistol set off inside at close range. She jumped at the loud sound, her mouth worked a few times but nothing came out. Then she began to tremble in fear, her eyes filling with tears. "I am divorcing you, you get nothing. Any resistance, any at all and when they let me go, and trust me they will eventually, I will hunt you down and the next one is dead center! Got it?" She nodded numbly. "Now get out of here." She turned and left. He laughed when he saw the side window of her car had plastic taped over it. As she drove away, Sam spotted his neighbor on the porch next door looking his way. He had set the pistol down inside. "Sorry! I had a firecracker left over from the holidays, it went off by accident." He grinned, with a wave. "That scared the piss out of me, Sam." The man said. "Sorry." He answered. That was the last he ever saw of Samantha, driving away quickly in her car. He looked over at his neighbor who was still watching him with suspicion. "Anything else?" He asked the man, glaring at him. The man saw the look on his face, shook his head no and just went back inside and shut the door. Sam sat down and waited for the police to arrive, but they never came. That was actually something of a surprise, he had expected her to do exactly that. Then he started to giggle, that turned into hysterical laughing as he wondered if she had wet herself when the pistol went off. +++ Samantha asked for nothing in the divorce, she wasn't even there for any of the meetings. He looked at her signature on the documents, grinned to himself and scrawled his own. Cole also dropped the charges, and less than a month later he quit his job and moved somewhere. He had no idea where Samantha was and he did not care. Sam went back to the remains of his life. Several months more went by, he didn't date, didn't even try to. He just went to work and came home. Finally he was feeling better, and began to think of perhaps looking around for a lady friend. Out of practice, he found himself looking but not seeing much that interested him. One evening he spotted Charley, went over and asked her to dance. Thinking that perhaps a roll in the hay might be fun, get himself back into the swing of things, he asked her rather pointedly if she would like to come home with him. "Sure, for you just a hundred bucks." She told him. Sam walked away, leaving her standing there. The idea of paying her for sex made him feel ill. A few weeks later, he was sitting in a night club listening to a better than average three piece band with a very pretty lead singer when someone tapped on his shoulder. There stood Sheena, and Raj right behind her. Once again she was dressed in the odd looking clothing, he couldn't remember what it was called but it wrapped around her body. It struck him that she looked very nice. They got a table and talked, for some reason he was not still mad at the man. Besides, he still owed Raj $20,000 in bail bond money, the judge had popped him with 200 grand after he read the report of what he did to Cole, and the home invasion portion of the charges. Sam had plans on continuing to owe him that, too. There was some music playing, Sam asked Raj if he minded him dancing with Sheena, the man just smiled. It had been some time since Sam did any dancing, he had always enjoyed that and Sheena was light in his arms, it was fun. While dancing, Sam discovered that the odd clothing was all that Sheena had on, she was quite naked underneath it. Later that evening, he managed to keep a straight face as Raj meekly sat in a chair while Sam fucked Sheena repeatedly. Underneath the funny looking clothing, her body was not bad at all, he enjoyed the hell out of her. Back home again, he thought of that and could not keep from laughing. "Big!" Samantha had told him about Raj, but Sam had no idea about that since he hadn't seen it and didn't want to. Sheena didn't seem to mind his poor efforts at all. In fact, she had made every attempt to get even more out of him,and with quite a bit of success. It was almost like he was screwing her in anger, he pounded her relentlessly until she was a quivering mass of soft flesh. Somehow that made him feel better, even though he wasn't sure why. To him it was almost revenge, even though Raj appeared to be quite pleased with it all. Raj had handed him a condom, Sam had looked at it and then at the man. "Shut up and sit down!" He had ordered. "She could be fertile." Raj had meekly protested. Sam ignored him. Sure, that was a risk but the man was a Doctor. Raj had simply done as he told him. He also knew there would never be a repeat of that. Back at home, he picked up the pistol that had sat there on his end table for months. He unloaded it, oiled it carefully and put it back in the locked case. He sat there in his chair, turned on the TV. Some Congressman had been caught with his dick out of his pants or something. Hell, was the entire fucking world sex crazy? Then he started laughing hysterically, switched the channel to one of Cops chasing people all over hell. That was even funnier, they caught some guy that had been beating feet through back yards, rather gently took the guy down and handcuffed him, even going to the point of calling the guy "Sir." Then they turned and smiled sweetly to the camera. He remembered them arresting him, nobody called him "Sir." They hadn't been the least bit gentle, either. Nothing in his world had been what it seemed. It was time to forget, go on with life. Somewhere out there he would find what he needed. The world was full of women, he would just need to keep looking. One of them should turn out to be a faithful one. Complications Life was no longer boring. Not by far. My new found love for ebony skin had proven to be rather rewarding. Darnell bred me often and I enjoyed watching him fuck April and Cleo. I lived to see his cock satisfied and our group met at least once a week for a full on orgy. We all hooked up individually as needed and I didn't feel any bit of jealousy. When Darnell was with April, I was with Cleo and when I was with Darnell alone, Cleo and April explored their homosexual tendencies as well. Life was good. Probably too good. Over the course of a year I had watched Darnell cum inside April at least seventy times or so. She was on birth control but little else was done for the sake of safety and as fate would have it, more would prove to have been necessary. She was three weeks late and two home tests had come back positive. April was pregnant. She didn't want to tell Darnell or Cleo, instead choosing to keep it between us. I wasn't sure it was a good idea but I felt that it was her choice and left it at that. We had discussed the ramifications of her pregnancy and she was leaning toward terminating it before it "interrupted her fun". There was the other matter that we didn't know if Darnell or I was the father. Something that could be troublesome for her if her family were to find out. I didn't want any part of the termination and the pressure of it eventually forced us to spend more time with our ebony lovers than with each other, which in itself wasn't bad but prevented us from coming to some resolution regarding it. "We are not ready for a child," she had said in one of our heated arguments. I couldn't agree more but I didn't want the ramifications to be so cut and dry. "We did the deeds. If we weren't ready for children..." "Don't give me that 'if you can't do the time, don't do the crime' bullshit," she interrupted. "It's easy for you to sit and point a finger at me, there's no chance of you bringing home a black baby to your parents. It's not like Darnell can get you pregnant... though I bet you wish he could." "What does that mean?" I asked. "It means that you think more about his black cock than you think about me," she said angrily. I hadn't thought about it before but I didn't think of sex with Darnell more often than I did of sex with her. I also thought of sex with Cleo more often. That night, she left to be with Darnell and I was stuck to my own devices. I had decided that I'd go to the adult bookstore and buy some toys to play with. I hadn't been there in a while, not since hooking up with Darnell and I wanted to see what my new desires tempted me to buy. The place was a small hole in the wall type of shop, above a pony keg in the downtown area. The guy that ran it was in his fifties but most days, he let a younger, tattooed woman keep tabs on the place. That day was one such day. I was browsing the aisles, noting that I wanted to buy a large toy to fuck but was also looking at some of the straight porn. "Are any of these titles any good?" I asked the girl at the front counter. "Depends on if you want sex or plot," she said. "Well, most of these I feel are crap shoots anyway," I said. "I mean, I can look at free porn all day but there's something about buying it that makes it... special. I just want to make sure it's worth buying." She looked at the doors at the back of the store. They lead to a set of private booths. "Some of those you can sample in there," she said. "Just beware of the glory holes." "Glory holes?" I asked. "Yeah, I've seen about six guys go back there a few hours ago. They haven't come back since." "What's a glory hole," I asked again. "Oh... well," she seemed a bit caught off guard by my question. "The booths have holes in the walls for a guy to place his dick through and someone on the other side can play with it." "That's legal?" I asked. "I think it's more of a gray area than anything," she admitted. "No one is paying for the play, they are paying to watch a movie." My imagination ran wild. What if they were all black men? What if they were all white men? What if it was a group of Asian tourists? "Well, you say some of these are playing back there?" I asked. "Yeah, if you want to chance viewing a guys dick?" she added. "Well, let's face it, there's enough dick pictures in this store to last a lifetime so it's not like I'm going to see anything unusual." She laughed and I broke a twenty with her so that I had singles for the booth. I made my way back into the hallway and looked for a booth that wasn't already occupied. There were a few but I looked for one between two occupied booths. To my luck I found one. When I entered, I put money into the viewer and began watching the video. It was typical gang bang fair. Darnell had introduced me to the subtle nuances of the different genres and styles and I thought that, aside from the fresh face that was showcased in the video, the film itself was rather boring. So, I peeked in through one of the holes and on the other side was an older white gentleman, stroking his cock. I turned and looked through the other hole and, to my surprise, discovered a black guy with a cock about the size of mine, stroking intensely. He caught me staring and he stood up and stuffed his cock through the hole in the wall. "Suck it, white boy," he said. I felt obligated to suck him. Not because he put his cock through the hole or caught me staring but because, well honestly, it was because he was black. My mouth went to work on his strange cock and I could feel it swell further as I sucked him. His precum coated my mouth and I savored its delicious flavor. I then pressed my face against the hole, which, in hindsight might have not been such a good idea because I had no idea how many cocks had come through that hole but let's face it, I was a happy boy with a mouth full of strange black dick. He fucked my mouth viciously, like he hated my throat and wanted to hurt it. I enjoyed every second of it. I slurped and gagged and didn't notice that the video had stopped. A few minutes passed before someone banged on the door. It was the store clerk and she sounded aggravated. "You have to use the booth or leave!" she said in a tone that told me that she had told more than one person before that they needed to continue to pay for the booth. I put money into the machine and continued to suck the stranger's cock. "Damn, you're a hungry faggot!" the black stranger said as his cock leaked more precum into my mouth. I let my tongue stick out to taste his nuts and enjoyed that he, unlike Darnell, was rather fuzzy. Soon, his cock released its load and I swallowed it hungrily. I then sucked every drop I could from his cock as he pulled it back through the hole. He stuck his hand through and gave me the thumbs up sign. I was pleased with myself for having grown into such a cock sucking talent that I could get off a stranger. When I turned back to face the monitor, I noticed that the older white guy on the other side was looking through the hole. "Would you suck me?" he asked in a rather pathetic tone. "My wife won't suck me." I really didn't want to. I felt like I would be a whore if I did but I also felt sorry for him and I quietly nodded. He stuffed his little dick through the hole and I pulled it into my mouth. It seemed all he needed because he came almost instantly. I tried to pull away but his cum shot into my mouth and onto my face. I swallowed his sperm without much thought and then turned my attention to the video. I selected an interracial video and watched as two large black cocks entered a white pussy at the same time. I tried to stroke but felt weird there alone in a booth, like I knew that everyone outside the booth knew what I was doing. I could hear someone else enter the booth that the black stranger was in and he whispered through the hole. "You the white faggot my boy talked about?" I turned to see who was talking to me but all I could see was a rather large, uncut and flaccid black cock. "Suck it, bitch!" the stranger said. I spit on it to lube it and stroked it before inserting it deep into my throat and gagging on it. It was at this moment, with a throat full of strange black cock, that I realized that I wanted to be black owned. I wanted to worship ebony skin and that though I considered myself bi, I preferred black men with almost an exclusivity that would seem racist by most standards. The stranger's cock stretched my throat to capacity and I gagged and spit up on it. Pulling it out, I licked the shaft all over, loving it like it was some gift from a dear friend. I placed the cock head into my mouth and began undoing my pants to take them off. What happened next was almost automatic. I stood up and turned around, spreading my ass for the large black cock and back onto it, feeling it penetrate my ass with little effort. I had been trained well, I though. "Damn!" the stranger said as his cock found my deep, tight ass to be inviting. I slowly pulled away from it until I felt the cock head right on the inside of my anus and then forced it back in deep and hard. I repeated this several times before I pressed my ass to the hole and let him fuck it at his own pace. The feeling that came over me was of a sense of calling. I knew what my ass was made for and that was to pleasure black cocks. It wasn't long before his cum shot deep inside my ass and I tightened my sphincter around his shaft, milking every drop I could. All tallied, I was in that booth for maybe forty minutes. When I left, I walked around the store some more, the black strangers having left before I had made it to the main part of the store. I found a rather large black dildo, shaped to look like Lex Steele and I went to the counter to pay for it. The girl stared at me for a while before she scanned the item. "Did you have fun in there?" she asked. "Oh... I decided not to get any of the videos," I said. "Thanks." She smile. "Look, I could be a total bitch about this and let you leave without saying anything but..." She pointed at my chin. "You've got a bit of cum there." I reached up and felt a wad of cum in my goatee. She handed me a wet nap. "Next time, bring your own wet naps so that you can suck all the cock you want without worrying about getting it on you," she offered. I smiled shyly and paid for my toy and left. When I got home, Cleo had let herself in. We all had keys to each other apartments because it led to some rather wild and spontaneous fun. She was naked and on the couch rubbing her pussy to a video we had made several weeks before. "Where've you been?" she asked. "I went and bought a toy," I responded, showing her my new dildo. "Ooh!" she said as she stood up. She smelled me deeply as she took the toy. "You smell like cock," she said. "Have you been.... you haven't... have you?" "I..." I didn't know what to say. "I went..." "You've been sucking cock," she said. "Whose? Was it at the adult shop?" "You can't tell April. She'll freak. It was my first time," I said. She looked at me and pulled herself closer. She kissed me and it felt like she was wanting to taste what I have tasted, her tongue probed my mouth. I love how full her lips were and I let her explore my mouth. When she stopped kissing me she said, "I won't tell her under one condition." "What's that?" I asked. "Next time you go, you take me with you," she said. She sat me on the couch and took my pants off. She could see the wet spot in my shorts. "You let him fuck you too?" "Yeah," I admitted to her. "It felt natural taking that black cock deep and knowing that when it released its seed, it was because my ass feels that damn good." She smiled, "I knew you was a slave for black dick." She played with my cock which was wet with precum. Her lips wrapped around it and she began fingering my ass, the stranger's cum coating her fingers. "Your hole is well fucked," she said. "I can get two fingers in easily. I can probably..." She stuffed a third finger into me and I moaned. "Damn!" she said as she milked me. Then she mounted my cock and rode me reaching down to rub my hole occasionaly. "I think I want to be black owned," I said while we fucked and she stopped and turned to face me. Her smile was gorgeous. "You want to be my white bitch boy?" she asked. "I do," I said. "What will April think?" she asked. I suddenly realized that April would probably be angry with me. To her, this was fun but it was more about having a big black cock than being in a dom/sub relationship. "I don't know." I answered. "What would you do for a black owner?" Cleo asked. I thought about it for a while while my cock still rest inside her pussy. "Anything... within reason." I said. Cleo climbed off of me. She walked into the bedroom and called me in. When I went back to the bedroom, she was on the bed with her legs spread. "Eat my black cunt, white boy," she said. Without hesitation, I buried my face in her wet pussy and began licking and sucking. She tasted sweeter than April and I enjoyed her jewelry, tasting her pierced clitoral hood and labia. "I made April my bitch too." April had told me she loved eating Cleo out and now I had a feeling why. Cleo was the most sexually liberated of us all. She had no qualms with her bisexuality and didn't care who knew. She pulled out her cell phone and called someone while I lapped at her sexuality. "Hey," she said to the person on the other end. "Remember that white bitch I watched you and your boys fuck? Yeah, that's the one. Guess who's eating my pussy? No... her boyfriend." I looked up at her. I never heard about any of that. "Keep eating my pussy, bitch," she said and I continued eating her pussy. "Yeah, he's bi and loves black dick. He said he'd do anything for it. Yeah... well if he's too busy he don't have to come. Same place you all fucked her... same bed and everything. Well, hurry up because I'm wet now." She hung up her phone. "We're gonna have company." She said. "How many?" I asked. "Last time it was twelve but I don't know who will show up for a white boy," she admitted. Within a half an hour, there was a knock at the door. She ordered me to answer it without getting dressed and I did. Soon, my living room was full of black men. Eight in all. They hardly said anything and moved me between then like they were sizing me up. "Back here," Cleo called from the bedroom and they all guided me to the bedroom, taking off their pants and shirts on the way. There were black cocks of every shape and size. Cut and uncut. Hairy and smooth. My mouth was put to work on them quickly as they took turns having me suck their cocks awake. I felt like I had found my home. I gagged and slurped them as much as I could and soon, I was being forced onto the bed on all fours. Cleo helped them penetrate me and she watched as they fucked me with more and more aggressive thrusts. I sucked one cock while others took turns in my ass. I felt helpless and I loved it and once the first guy came inside my ass, I realized that I wanted more. Each cock was lubed by the cum of the one before and knowing that my hole was being stretched in service to them, made me feel wonderful. One guy shot his load onto my face and Cleo and I kissed as she licked it off. Cum began dripping from my ass and down my balls and Cleo rubbed it all over my cock and balls before tasting it. I loved how hot my ass felt. I was forced to rim a couple guys and I enjoyed it. My mouth tasted their assholes and loved being used. "Damn," one of them said when he entered me, "his ass feels better than that other white bitches." I figured he was talking about April and I felt good about it. Knowing that she serviced them too made me happy for some odd reason. Soon my ass was filled with cum. Some had fucked me more than once and I new that if I moved, it would drip from me. They all left but one. He was one of the older men and he made me suck his nipple while I stroked him. He was getting ready to get up to go pee when Cleo stopped him. "He said he'd do anything for black ownership," she said. He took me into the bathroom with him and forced me into the shower then he aimed his cock at me. The hot, golden stream splashed on my face and neck. "Open up," he said and I obliged and let his piss fill my mouth. It was tart and I didn't like the flavor but I liked being forced to endure it. "You know, I'm Cleo's husband," he said. The news was a bit of a shock. She had never mentioned being married. "We're both bi," he said, "and we love white bitches." I looked over and saw Cleo standing in the door frame. She said, "Even April didn't let him piss all over her though." I began to realize that there had not just been more going on when I wasn't around and I understood why she didn't want to have the baby. Things between us would never be the same.