The Sweet Wife (12 page)

Suddenly, he pushed her back and stepped away from the chair. Her eyes never left his face. He recognized in them what he knew to be true. She was his. He could do with her whatever he wanted. He pulled up his jeans and crossed to the phone. “That was all three,” he said. “Robert’s number’s right here on the wall.” He started to dial.

She rose, “No,” she said, “please don’t.”

He turned to her, his face set, his eyes hard, “You can’t keep changing your mind. You can’t keep makin me look the fool in front of my friends.”

She crossed to him and took his hand from the phone. “Please, don’t call Robert. Not now.” She looked up at him pleading with her eyes. “Travis, I need you. I…I can’t help it.”

“Tell me I ain’t never gonna hear any more about your fuckin brats.”

“I promise. I won’t say anything about them.”

“You come when I want you. You do what I tell you. Don’t matter when, you just drop whatever you’re doin and come to me.”

“Yes, I’ll come when you want me. I’ll do what you say.”

Tonight you’re gonna suck off each one of them black brothers out there and you’re gonna do it good.”

She hesitated and bowed her head, “I’ll do what you say.”

“And tomorrow you gonna see the Captain.”

She looked up at him, “I want to be your woman, Travis. I want to belong to you. I’ll see the Captain.”

He nodded, “Now, get your ass back in the bathroom and fix your face up like the whore you are. A white whore for blacks, ain’t that right?” He leaned down.

She stood on her tiptoes and tilted her head. Their parted lips touched gently. When the kiss ended, she pressed her body against him and looked up into his eyes, “Yes, honey, that’s what I am. That’s what I want to be, a white whore for blacks,” she said.

She felt as if she were sliding into a dark pit from which she would never return. She also felt there was no possible way for her to stop even if she had wanted to. As she turned to leave, he took her arm opened a large drawer in the kitchen table. From it he took a wide black leather collar and a heavy chain leash. He placed both in her hands. “After you get yourself made up, take off that gown and put this collar on and clip the leash to it.” He paused waiting for her to respond. When she said nothing, he continued, “I want you to come to us naked. I want to see my white woman come naked to the black brothers.” He pointed at the collar and leash. “What do you think them things is for?”

Staring down at the objects in her hands, she said, “We put them on dogs,” she paused, “and slaves,” she added.

“Yeah,” he led her out of the kitchen, “you got that right.”

She was surprised to see Silvie waiting for her in the bathroom. “I knew you wasn’t goin nowhere,” Silvie looked at the collar and nodded. “Travis say for me to watch you get yourself ready to do the men in the other room.”

Instead of responding, Maureen opened her make-up case and with a shaking hand tried to apply eyeliner and mascara. Silvie pulled a stool next to the sink and watched, as Maureen brushed her hair. “Who lookin after your kids tonight?” she asked.

Maureen put down the brush and gripped both sides of the sink feeling as if she might burst into tears again. After several moments she said, “My husband took them camping for the weekend.”

“What’s their names?” Silvie wanted to know.

“Billy and Sara.” Maureen hesitated. She stared into the make-up case then took out her lipstick.

Silvie nodded, “I got kids too. Almost grown up now. They all turn out OK. No trouble.” She waited until Maureen began to outline her lips. “When they little I stay home, you know…I was a good mama.”

Maureen put down the lipstick. “Please, Silvie…please don’t…”

Silvie ignored her, “I expect right at this minute your husband sittin in a tent with little Billy and Sara telling them a story. I bet they ask where they mama is. Daddy say, ‘Oh, your mama’s busy, couldn’t come.’”

Maureen turned away from the older woman trying not to hear her. Silvie smiled and continued, “Wonder what little Billy and little Sara would do if Daddy could tell the truth? Like if Daddy could say, ‘Your mama is busy paintin her mouth with bright red lipstick. Then she gonna get naked. Your mama gonna put on a collar like dogs wear. She gonna be brought on a leash to a nasty gang of black men.” Maureen put her hands over her ears. Silvie laughed and spoke louder. “The black men, they real hot for your mama. You know, they want to do things to your mama. She loves whatever they do to her more than she loves your daddy or you. She gonna stand there naked in front of them black men.” Maureen squeezed her eyes shut tight and shook her head. Silvie continued, “Little Billy and little Sara hear their daddy say your naked mama gonna kiss these black men and they gonna touch her, run their hands all over her naked body. Then, she gonna get on her knees and suck their dicks. They gonna shoot their cum in her mouth and all over them little titties she nursed you at.”

Maureen had buried her face in her hands and begun to cry. “No,” she sobbed, “no...no...I can’t do this.”

Silvie smiled to herself, “You coulda left awhile ago. Travis woulda been OK with that, but not now. He ain’t gonna let you make him look like a fool again.” She waited until Maureen stopped crying. “You say to big old Travis you want to be his woman. He say OK. Now, you is his woman. You can’t go back on that or for damn sure something bad gonna happen.”

After several minutes, Maureen wiped her cheeks and turned to Silvie, “I said what I said. But my God, the children, Billy and Sara, oh, my God! How did I get into this? How can I go through with it?”

“You belong to Travis now?” It was a question.

Maureen looked down at the floor, at her feet in the heels, at her painted toenails. She remembered how she’d hoped Travis would like the bright red color. Finally, she lifted her head and looked directly at Silvie, “Yes, I guess I do. I guess I do belong to Travis now.”

“Then you better look good for him and them others.”

“Yes.” Maureen reapplied the eye make up. She paused, staring into the mirror. She said, almost to herself, “I don’t know why it is, but I want to please him.” She coated her lips with the bright red lipstick and then the gloss. She looked into the mirror again and repeated, “I want very much to please him.”

“Got to take the gown off. Got to be naked for them,” Silvie said. Embarrassed to undress in front of Silvie, she unzipped the gown and stepped out of it. “I got to say,” Silvie exclaimed, “for a woman with two kids you got a body like a kid yourself!” She picked up the collar and began to fasten it around Maureen’s neck, “Soon as word gets out about Travis’ new piece, he gonna be the most popular dude in Riverton.” She pulled the collar tight and buckled it. She stepped back and shook her head approvingly, “You a tiny little thing but got fine legs and a nice round ass. Titties are smallish, but I ain’t never seen such long nipples and smooth too.” She clipped the leash to the collar. Maureen looked up at her. Silvie nodded again, “Tonight’s just the beginnin. You gonna be suckin and fuckin more black cock than you ever dreamed of.”

Maureen’s eyes widened, “You don’t mean Travis would…would…”

Silvie laughed, “What you think, Mrs. O’Donnel? You ain’t his fuckin girlfriend. You his whore!”

“But I didn’t think….”

Silvie cut her off, “That’s the trouble with white bitches. They don’t think.” She stopped at the door and turned to Maureen, “You should know you made a bad mistake when you told Sammy to suck his own dick. He’s the ugliest man in Riverton. He ain’t never had a women so he hates all women. He’s as mean as he is ugly. Been in jail for beaten on women.” She looked down at Maureen and shook her head sadly, “You made yourself a bad ass enemy.”

Maureen touched the collar that was tight around her neck. “I’m afraid, Silvie, not only of him but of all of them. Do I have to go to them like this….naked?” She felt herself blushing. “I’ve never been naked in front anyone except my husband and…that one time with Travis.”

Silvie took the end of the leash, “Ain’t that what your man told you to do? Didn’t he say come out naked?”

“Yes.”

“Well then?”

“I’ll do what he said.”

Silvie led her down the hall through the empty dining room and into the living room. Maureen kept her head bowed and her eyes lowered. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor. She felt her nipples stiffen and cheeks burning with shame. The men whooped and hollered. “Damn!” Linc shouted, “ain’t many women look better with their clothes off than with them on, but she sure do!”

“Hey, bitch!” Sammy yelled, “you change your fuckin mind about suckin my dick?”

Not looking at him, Maureen nodded. Silvie gave the leash to Travis. “Answer the man,” he said.

“Yes, I changed my mind,” Maureen, her head still bowed, said. She gasped as Travis ran his finger along her slit. He held it up and the men laughed. “She’s juicy,” he said, “my little white bitch is real juicy.” He tilted her head up forcing her to look into his mocking eyes, “You’re all hot and wantin to suck, ain’t you babe?”

She knew how she had to answer, “Yes, honey, I’m hot and…and wanting to suck.”

Travis pointed to the bag on the table, “You know what’s in there?”

Maureen had forgotten about it. Surely he wouldn’t make her take them out here in front of everyone. “Robert brought it. I didn’t see what’s…”

“But you fuckin know,” Travis voice rose, “and you better take them out of the fuckin bag and pick one and tell us what it’s for.”

Without looking up, Maureen emptied the plastic bag. A tube of KY jelly and three black vinyl anal plugs of graduated sizes rolled onto the table. She felt her face grow beet red. She handed Travis the KY and the smallest of the plugs.

“Look at the boys and tell them what you want me to do with it.”

They were grinning at her. She tried to avoid their eyes, “I’d like Travis to put it…to put it in me, in my…my anus.”

“Anus!” Sammy yelled. “What the fuck is anus?”

Maureen bowed her head, “Put it in my ass,” she said.

Travis took her arm and turned her to face him. “Why do my baby want a butt plug up her pretty asshole? Tell me nice, baby, say it nice to your main man.”

When he spoke to her like that she felt waves of heat wash over her. She looked up at him, her eyes misty, “Please, honey,” she said, “I want you to open me so that I can soon take you there. Take your cock in my ass.”

He turned her around toward the others, “We ain’t just talkin about my dick are we, baby?”

She lowered her head again, but Travis squeezed her arm hard. She raised it and looked at the men, “When I’m ready, when Travis has opened me enough, his friends can take me there….take me in my ass.”

One of the men, a big heavy set older man, she hadn’t seen before frowned, “But you’re a young married white woman with kids at home. You say you want to give up you’re fine white ass to the black man?”

She felt Travis grip on her arm tighten again. “Yes, that’s what I want. I want to give my ass to the black man.”

They yelled and laughed. “Hey Trav,” Sammy shouted, “the sooner you get started with them plugs, the sooner we be fuckin that beautiful white ass!”

“I spect it take maybe a week before she ready for me. After I take her sweet cherry ass, she be able to do any of you.”

“That’s for damn sure,” Silvie said. Everyone laughed again.

Travis took Maureen’s arm again. “Bend over the table and stick your ass up.” She did as he said. He ran his huge calloused hands over her ass cheeks and trailed his fingers along her crack. She trembled and suppressed a groan. Travis smiled as he continued to stroke her ass. “Won’t be long before you be wantin a black cock slidin in and out of your little pink asshole.” He leaned closer and whispered to her, “Won’t be long till you be wantin an ass fuck all the time. Ain’t that right, baby?”

She nodded, “Yes, honey. I’ll be open for you and…and the others. I’ll want it all the time.”

He pushed the nozzle of the KY tube through her tight rosy sphincter. She gasped as he squeezed the jelly into her opening. Carefully he eased the smallest plug into her. She winced and cried out but remained bent over the table until only the flat round disk at the base of the plug was visible. Travis pulled her up, “From now on you do this yourself. By the middle of next week I want to see the big one up there, you know?”

She nodded, “Yes, honey, I’ll do it. I promise.”

“You want me to fuck your ass? You want to give your virgin ass to your black lover?”

She looked up at him, “I want you to fuck my ass. I want to give my virgin ass to you.”

Travis patted her head, “That’s good, baby. You learnin. Now, what did I promise the brothers you was gonna do for them?”

“You said I was going to suck them, suck their cocks.”

“Well, then we ought to get on with it. What do you think?”

“Yes, honey. We should get on with it.”

Sammy had rolled out a thin, filthy futon mattress on the floor. Ari had taken an expensive digital camera out of his camera bag. He held it up looking at Travis, “We gonna take some before, during, and after, right Trav?”

Maureen turned toward him horrified, “No!” she cried. She turned back to Travis, “Oh, God, Travis, please…no photographs!

He grinned at her and pointed to the video cameras attached to the ceiling. “We had a couple of these in the dining room. You’re already in the movies, so what’s a few pictures gonna matter?”

It felt as if her heart had dropped into her stomach. They had tapes that could be used to control her, to blackmail her, to force her to do whatever they wished for as long as they wished. And now they meant to add photographs. “Please, please, Travis…don’t.”

He grinned at her, “You ain’t got it yet do you? You is my whore. That’s what you agreed to. That’s what you said. Now, a man’s whore got to go out whorin for him. That’s what she does. Tonight, you givin it away. But from now on the brothers in Riverton has got to pay. Most times they want to see up front what they goin be payin for. These pictures we taken tonight gonna show them how pretty you is. It’s like publicity, you know.” Everyone laughed.