The Sweet Wife (16 page)

While he was speaking she stared at his stiffening cock and felt her breath coming faster and the tingling in her stomach. Her mouth filled with saliva, and a flush came to her cheeks. She realized that simply looking at a black man’s cock aroused her more than anything ever had. She wanted it… wanted to kiss and suck it... wanted it in her mouth… wanted the hot spurts of his sperm to fill her mouth. Yes, she thought, she would swallow, always swallow the black man’s cum and always lick him clean afterwards.

When she spoke, her voice was low, husky. “Please let me make love to your cock,” she said. She got to her knees before him and looked up into his eyes. “I worship the black man’s cock. I worship your cock.”

“You’ll bring me your sister?”

“I’ll bring you my sister,” she moistened her parted lips with her tongue.

“You’ll help to make her my whore?”

“I’ll do whatever you and Travis tell me to do.”

He smiled down at her, “Are you hot, Mrs. O’Donnel?”

“Oh, God yes. You must see it, see how hot I am. Please, let me…let me love it.”

“Put your hands behind your back. Just use your mouth.”

She began by covering the length of his prick with soft tender kisses, up one side and down the other. She pressed her lips tightly over his pee hole and with the tip of her tongue licked his slit. She circled the rim of his thick cock looking up at him for approval. Her long nipples were hard. She opened her mouth wide and took as much of him into it as she could. She began to moan softly as she sucked.

“My balls,” he said. He held his cock back against his stomach. Quickly Maureen laved his heavy balls with her tongue. He slid forward so she could lick under his balls. After several minutes, he took her head in his hands and forced her to look up at him. Her mouth was wet, her lips swollen. “Do you want to worship the black man’s ass?”

She had trouble speaking, “Yes, please, I want to worship the black man’s ass,” she whispered. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and looked straight into his, “Please, I want to,” she repeated.

He stood and quickly removed his pants and shorts. He bent over the desk offering her the hard round globes of his ass cheeks. “Use your hands to part them,” he said. He smelled clean even there. She found herself remembering and wishing for the rich musky scent of Travis and the taste of his sweat. She imagined pleasuring Travis in this way. She wondered if she would be required to tongue the ass cracks of the men who bought her for the night.

Gently she separated his ass cheeks. His puckered hole was tight and smooth. She licked along the crack, avoiding the anal opening at first. Then she began to circle it with her tongue. She continued to moan but louder now. Finally, she pressed her lips over his hole and wiggled the tip of her tongue into it. She was disappointed because even there he smelled and tasted of cologne.

Suddenly, he turned around and gripping her head between his strong hands said,

“Put your hands behind your back again and tell me what you want.”

“Please fuck my mouth,” she said.

He drove his thick cock in and out savagely. She gagged and choked. The tears came to her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Still he used her mouth as if it were a cunt. Maureen felt the room spinning. There were bright white flashes of light. Her mouth was filled with his cock and it pressed against the back of her throat making it almost impossible for her to breath. Just as she thought she was going to pass out, he came in great explosive bursts. She swallowed as fast as she could, but gobs of his jism spilled from the corners of her mouth. Finally, he pulled back so that just the head of his cock remained in her mouth. “Suck it clean,” he said. “When there’s no more cum, make love to it again.” She sucked. “My prick just raped your mouth, but that doesn’t matter, does it?”

She looked up at him, tears still continued to form in the corners of her eyes. She shook her head, still sucking gently. His cock was beginning to subside. He withdrew it from her mouth. Her lips were wet and swollen. “All the black men you serve will know they can rape your mouth. They’ll know they can hurt you with their black pricks. And they will.” He leaned down and brushed her hair from her forehead. “Then, Mrs. O’Donnel what will you do when you’re on your knees before them like you are now, when you’re in pain from the hard way they fucked your mouth. What will you do? What will you feel?”

She looked up at him, “I’ll worship their cocks even more. I…I’ll feel grateful that they have allowed me to…to…give myself to them.” She paused and closed her eyes, “But I’ll also feel ashamed, terribly ashamed of what I’ve become.”

He nodded thoughtfully, “I’ve seen one or two like you before; women addicted to black men, submissive white women, women who were ashamed, but they came when we wanted them and did what they were told.” He waited a moment, letting his words register. “When you get home you’ll try to talk yourself out of it, try to convince yourself that your place is with your husband and children.” He indicated she could return to the chair opposite his desk. When she was seated, he continued, “You might even want to go back on your promise to deliver your sister to me. But it won’t work. You’re hooked, Mrs. O’Donnel. A phone call from Travis will have you where you belong.” He smiled across at her. “And where is that?” he asked. “Where do you belong?”

“I belong on my knees before Travis, or you, or any black man I’m given to.”

He smiled across at her. “That’s right. Beautifully dressed or naked, beautifully made up, perfumed, your white skin smooth, your red lips parted, and knowing that your mouth, your cunt, and your ass belong to the man you kneel before.” He gestured toward her blouse and skirt, “Now, put these on. I’ll have Robert take you home.” He watched in silence as she dressed. She felt herself blushing and wondered how she could feel embarrassed after what she’d just done. When she finished, instead of leaving, she stood before him and bowed her head. This, too, puzzled her, but it seemed the right thing to do. He rose and led her to the door where he stopped and turned her to face him. “You’ll bring your sister to me on Friday?” It was a question.

“Yes, I’ll bring her,” she said.

Robert’s cab was waiting. She opened the front door and slid in beside him. He looked at her. “How’d it go?”

She forced a half smile, “All right, I think.”

“You suck him off?”

“Yes.”

“Put your lipstick on,” he said, flipping down the mirrored visor. She dug in her purse for the tube and applied the bright red color to her mouth. She turned to him for approval. “Unbutton the top buttons of your blouse.” Quickly she unfastened them. He grunted and started the car. “You’re learnin,” he said.

They drove in silence for several miles. Not taking his eyes off the road, he asked, “What about that hot blonde, your sister? You gonna bring her to the Captain?”

She stared out the window for several moments before answering. “I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t think I can.”

“Gonna be bad for you and her if you don’t.” They didn’t speak again until he stopped in front of her house. She noticed that the station wagon wasn’t in the driveway or the garage. That meant Brian and the children had not yet returned. She looked at Robert, “Do you want the usual payment?” Instead of answering, he grabbed his crotch and nodded. “It’s Sunday afternoon,” she said. “Neighbors will be out. I can’t let them see me. There’s a new development being built at the end of the street. No one will be working today. Please, can’t we go there?” Without answering, he drove to the unpaved entrance of Crestview Condos and pulled in behind the first building. The thought of what she was about to do made her hot. She wanted his cock in her mouth.

He started to unzip when she placed her hand on his arm. “Now what?” he glared at her.

“Can we get in the back? It will be better there.”

“What the fuck for?”

“I can get on my knees for you. You’d like for me to be on my knees?”

His smile and his eyes mocked her. “Yeah, that’s how it ought to be. White bitch on her knees to suck the black man’s dick.”

When they were in the back of the cab, she kneeled before him. “Yes, this is the way I ought to be, Robert, on my knees for the black man.” She freed his cock from his pants and shorts. The sand and dirt on the floor ground into her bare knees. For the second time in the past hour she experienced the sinking feeling in her stomach and felt her nipples stiffen. She stroked his hard cock as she looked up at him. “Do you want me to lick it like the last time or do you want to…to…fuck my mouth?”

“Open,” he said.

Obediently, she clasped her hands behind her back and opened her mouth forming a bright red oval with her lips. Just as Dexter had done, he took her head between his hands and thrust his prick into the opening she offered him. His cock was neither as long nor as thick as Dexter’s. However, it smelled rancid and tasted of urine and sweat. She groaned deep in her throat even as her eyes began to tear again.

Robert came quickly, and threw his head back grunting. She swallowed his cum and holding his diminishing cock with both hands, sucked until it grew limp in her mouth. He looked down at her and nodded. She tucked his penis back inside his shorts and zipped up his pants. They got out and started around to the front. She was about to slide into the front seat when he slammed the door and locked it. He leaned toward the open window, “You supposed to thank the black man for his cum,” he said. “You didn’t so you can fuckin walk home.”

He put the car in gear and stepped on the gas. The tires kicked up a cloud of dust that left her coughing. She brushed herself off and started down the block toward her house. In the bright sunlight her naked breasts were obvious under the shear blouse. Her red “fuck-me” heels clicked on the pavement. Across the street, the Ross brothers were throwing a Frisbee. They stopped to watch her not quite sure it was Mrs. O’Donnel they were seeing. She glanced about nervously hoping no one was looking out of a window and wishing desperately that no one would come outside. Just as she reached her driveway, her neighbors, Ralph and Betty Cline, came round the corner. They stopped to stare as she ran up the walk and fumbled to get her key in the door lock.

Once inside she leaned back against the door, her legs shaking, her breathing ragged. My God, she thought, in two hours the entire neighborhood will be talking about Mrs. O’Donnel coming home at eleven o’clock on Sunday morning dressed like a high-priced whore. They would be right, and they didn’t know the worst of it.

She went straight to the bathroom to remove the hated blouse, skirt, and shoes. In the mirror she saw that her lipstick was smeared, her lips were swollen, her mascara had run. Her cornflower blue eyes looked back at her dully. Around her mouth there was a slight trace of the clown lipstick Sammy had painted there last night. Was it only last night? It seemed weeks ago.

She made the shower scalding hot and, with a stiff body brush, scrubbed until her skin was pink. As she hung the brush up, she thought of Robert, then Dex, and finally, Travis. She imagined their different cocks, glistening with her saliva. She recalled the distinctive smell and taste of each of them. Although she tried to refrain, her fingers went to the wet nub of her clitoris. Within a minute she had an orgasm that wracked her body and doubled her over.

She knew she could cum again. All she had to do was relive even a part of last night or this morning. But she heard the station wagon in the driveway. Quickly she pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. She ran down the stairs just as Sara and Billy burst excitedly through the front door, both calling her name and wanting to tell her of their adventure. She knelt, laughing and crying, to gather them in her arms. Brian stood in the doorway looking tired and sad.

That night, she refused him again. “Why,” he whined, “what’s happened to you?”

“It’s your fault,” she said. “You have only yourself to blame.”

He stood beside the bed, glaring down at her, “How is it my fault? Tell me that!”

“You paid him…paid Travis to come here and fuck me. He did and you watched him fuck me and you saw how it was.” He crossed to the doorway and turned to her, his face red with anger. Before he could speak she said, “I’ve been with him, Brian. I’ve been with him these past two weekends. I can’t help it. I’m going to him again.”

Without a word, he went downstairs to sleep on the couch. Maureen got out of bed to check on the children. They were sound asleep, Sara hugging her teddy bear, Billy curled into a chubby little ball. She couldn’t leave them. What she’d said to Brian was wrong. She kissed them both and then returned to her bed vowing she wouldn’t go back to Travis and wouldn’t take Eileen to meet Dexter Wells. My God, her sweet sister was a virgin. She was in love. What those men wanted was unthinkable. Billy and Sara needed her. She’d make it up to Brian somehow. Things would never be the same, but they could put enough back together to go on as a family. She cried herself to sleep.

In the morning after Brian had left and the school bus had picked up the children, she busied herself with laundry and cleaning, trying hard not to think of Travis.

At noon the phone rang. She steeled herself against picking up. After three rings the answering machine clicked on but whoever it was hung up immediately. She was sure it had been Travis. At one o’clock the same thing happened. She felt the familiar hollow in her stomach and her hands trembled. The phone rang again at two o’clock. The children would be home around three. She couldn’t have this happening while they were here. She hesitated, promising herself that whatever it took, she would break away from Travis and Dexter Wells and all the rest of it. She must have been insane. She couldn’t drag Eileen into this madness. More importantly her children simply had to come first. She picked up the receiver.

Just as she had expected, Travis answered. She was sure he was going to yell and curse at her and demand that she do the things she’d promised. Instead his deep voice sounded calm, even affectionate, “Hey, babe, you must of been out shoppin or somethin. I called earlier. How ya doin?”