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Blacked and Betrayed
by rat_race
"Oh come on. It'll be fun," I insisted, sitting there in that dingy neighborhood bar, in the not-so-nice part of town. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, remember?"
"Yeah, but we're not in Vegas, Carl. We're here in Austin, Texas. Our home town, remember?" my 32-year-old wife, Sally, argued back, and then continued on, "And we also just happen to be pillars of our community. Don't forget that. What if this got out? I mean, what would all our neighbors think if they ever found out what we're up to right now?"
Sally's lily-white skin and her long, straight, parted-right-down-the-middle, dark-brown hair perfectly set off her piercing, sky-blue eyes. The kind of eyes with dark black pupils that just seem to stare right through a person. And that was exactly what she was doing to me right now.
And I automatically compared Sally's piercing, sky-blue eyes to those of our 9-year-old son, Jacob, who was named after his grandfather. And Jacob--or Jake, as we always called him--had definitely turned out to be the spittin' image of his mother, albeit a male adolescent version of her.
On the other hand, our 13-year-old daughter, Jordan, had turned out looking quite different from her brother--to the point where the two of them really didn't look like brother and sister at all. Jordan had much darker skin than Jake. And most-notably, Jordan was lacking that characteristic, thin-bridged, European-style "ski nose" that the rest of her immediate family members--including myself--all possessed.
"Hey! Don't put this all off on me," I said to my wife, "You're the one who told me that you've always fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with a black guy, remember? You told me that you'd never gotten the chance to live out your fantasy, because you and I met and fell in love, while you were still in high school. And so you never got the chance to play the field."
"Yeah, I did tell you that," Sally admitted, "And it's true, as much as I hate to admit it. But I didn't mean for you to take me out to a bar, and try to find some black guy who'll agree to have sex with me--and also agree to let you watch us, while we're 'doing it.'"
"Hey, that's part of the deal. And don't forget, you didn't just agree to have sex with a black guy either. You promised me that you would make love to him, just like you make love to me. And that means that first, you guys will get naked and then French-kiss, while you're playing with his dick and his balls, and also letting him finger your pussy at the same time--if he wants to. And I'm pretty sure that he will want to do that."
"You think?" Sally said, very sarcastically.
"Yeah. And then you'll suck the black guy's dick, before letting him eat your pussy--once again, only if he wants to do that. And remember, no '69-ing' allowed. You got that?"
Sally replied, just as sarcastically, but this time using a high-pitched, little-girl-sounding voice--and one that I had heard plenty of times in the past--"Yes, sir, Daddy. I'll be a good little girl, and make sure that me and the nice black man take turns doing all that naughty oral sex stuff."
"Good. So then, what are you supposed to do next, Little Girl?" I asked. I always played along with my wife, whenever she went into what I liked to call her "little girl mode."
"I'm supposed to let the nice black man fuck me, Daddy," Sally said, still using that same high-pitched voice.
"How?"
"With that 'special big finger' down between his legs," Sally said sarcastically.
"Oh come on. You know what I mean, Young Lady" I gently rebuked her.
"Okay, okay," Sally said, still using her best little-girl-sounding voice, "What I'm really supposed to do is let the nice black man fuck my little pussy in a missionary position."
"That's right, Sweetie."
"But, Daddy. What if the nice black man wants to fuck me doggie-style, instead?"
"I guess that's fine too. Just as long as you make sure that he cums deep inside your little pussy. Okay?"
"Don't worry, Daddy. I'll make you very happy."
"Did you shave off that patch of hair above your little pussy, like I asked you to?"
"Of course I did, Daddy. And now my little pussy looks just like it used to, back when I was much younger. Not a single hair left on it anywhere. I promise."
"Excellent! So now, there'll be nothing to hide my view."
Sally effortlessly switched back to her normal adult voice, and abruptly ended her "little girl mode" by saying, "Wow, that's sounds pretty creepy, Carl."
"I'll tell you what sounds 'creepy.' It's that little-girl voice of yours."
"Oh yeah, right! Like it doesn't turn you on. Give me a break! I know you too well, Carl. Remember?" Sally remarked, talking another sip of her drink. "So are you actually gonna jack off, while you're watchin' me and the black guy 'go at it'?"
"You bet I am. What else would a good cuckold do in that situation?"
"Well, that's good. 'Cuz I want you to cum your ass off, while you're watching me get knocked up by a black dude."
"What the hell are you talkin' about, Sally? That's crazy! He can't get you pregnant. Not while you're on The Pill."
Sally just quietly sat there, and gave me a blank stare.
"Sally, don't look at me like that. You are on The Pill, aren't you?"
"Of course I am, Silly. I was just fucking with your mind. That's all. Just like you always fuck with mine."
"Well, tonight I'm gonna do my best to find you a big black dick to fuck. So are you still game?"
"Oh hell yes! Let's get this show on the road. But please don't take this the wrong way, Carl. I need you to stay right here at this table, and let me go find a black guy that's attractive to me. One that I really wanna fuck. Okay? Deal?"
"Deal. I guess it's the least I can do, all things considered," I said.
"It is," Sally agreed with me, and then added, "Well, here goes nothing..." before she slammed her empty drink glass down onto the tabletop. And then she slowly and tentatively made her way across the room to the far end of the bar, as she was approaching a young black man who was sitting on a bar stool, right next to his Hispanic friend.
I admired Sally's spunk--especially once she had a few Manhattans down her throat. She had no intention of waiting for me to try to set her up with a black guy. No sir. She was bound and determined to negotiate that deal, all on her own. In other words, she was hell-bent on picking which black guy she wanted to fuck. And by the way, there were several black men in the bar at the time. So Sally had plenty to choose from.
As Sally began coyly flirting with her "chosen black man," I was struck by just how different he was from the tall, overly-muscular type of black man that I would have chosen to be Sally's sex partner for the night.
Instead, the much more diminutive black man that Sally had chosen to flirt with at the bar, was only about 5' 9" tall, and he had a decidedly-preppy look to him.
But at least he was black. In fact, he was very dark-skinned for a black man. And I couldn't help but watch Sally like a hawk--while my dick was naturally beginning to stiffen inside my pants--as I was thinking about what was getting ready to happen that night.
And when Sally finally began kissing the young black man on the lips, right in front of me, everything instantly became very real for me.
My wife of nearly 14 years was getting ready to live out her long-standing fantasy of actually fucking a black guy for the first time ever. And she had agreed to do it all right in front of me, with me just a few feet away, and watching this arguably-taboo sex act, as it was taking place.
I knew that I was just a few moments away from driving all of us to the nearby La Quinta second floor hotel room that my wife and I had booked two days earlier, just for this express purpose. And I knew that I was going to get to watch my naked wife as she was happily letting another man fuck her now-baby-bare pussy, and inseminate her vagina.
And this was not just any other man, either. This was a black man who would be fucking my white wife. And I knew that he would be inseminating the same vagina and womb that both of our children had emerged from, many years earlier.
And I can't lie to you. I was also hoping that the black guy would end up having a gigantic dick too (for Sally's sake, of course). One that would hopefully dwarf my 6 1/2-inch long erect penis, which was nearly at full-attention by the time that Sally came back over to our table, with the black stranger in-tow.
"Carl, this is Henry. He has agreed to our 'little deal,'" Sally proudly announced.
"Did you explain to him how things are supposed to go down?" I asked Sally.
"Yes. And he's perfectly okay with everything. Even the part about you watching us 'in action.'"
"Is that true, Henry?" I said, turning my attention towards the black stranger.
"Yes sir," Henry quickly replied, "I can't wait to have sex with your wife. She's so beautiful!"
"I think so too," I agreed with him. And then we chatted for a little while, sitting around that small cocktail table.
During our chat, I learned that Henry was here as an exchange student from Ethiopia, that that he was an archeology major at a local university. And I quickly discovered that he was damned smart, and spoke very eloquently too. He even had a British-sounding accent to his voice.
"So why don't we get out of here, and start havin' some real fun?" I suggested. "I'll drive. You two just sit in the back seat, and enjoy yourselves--at least, 'til we get to the hotel room, that is."
"Are you sure you're okay with all this?" Henry asked me.
"Of course I am," I said, "It was pretty much all my idea. Basically, I'm just tryin' to make my wife happy. She's always fantasized about fucking a black guy."
"Damn it, Carl! You didn't have to tell him that," Sally chided me strongly.
Then she turned back towards Henry and said, "And Carl here is about to become a cuckold tonight, for the first time ever. And he has always fantasized about watching a black guy fuck his wife."
Sally finally turned back towards me and said, "So there! Now we're even."
And with that, we took off for the hotel, while Henry and Sally openly petted in the back seat of the car, as I was watching them in the rear-view mirror.
While they were both French-kissing, Henry was running his hand up and down Sally's stocking-covered legs and thighs. And of course, Sally wasn't wasting any time either. I noticed that she had her right hand up under Henry's shirt, and was actively feeling out and massaging his chest.
And by the time that we all arrived at the La Quinta hotel parking lot, Henry's groping hand had worked its way up under the front part of Sally's dress. And at that point, even though I couldn't actually see Henry's hand anymore, it was easy for me to tell that he was busy fondling Sally's pussy, up under her dress. And as Sally continued French-kissing Henry passionately, she had her thighs spread apart, and was intentionally giving him full access to her pudendum.
I almost felt guilty when I finally parked the car in the hotel parking lot, and the two "love birds" in the back seat had to take a break from their romantic embraces, so that we could all make the long trek up the noisy, metal, outdoor staircase to our second floor hotel room, where the "sex games" could finally continue.
After we all entered the room, I turned around to secure the hotel room door with the dead bolt. And by the time I turned back around again, Sally had already managed to quickly pull her dress up over her head, and then take off her thigh-length, black fishnet stockings.
Sally was now standing there, dressed only in her sexy-looking, black-lace bra; and her white, cotton, little-girl-style panties (a.k.a. full-coverage women's briefs), that didn't compliment her bra at all. So her very plain-looking, white panties looked completely out-of-place. But then Sally didn't care. Because those were the only types of panties that she really liked to wear.
Meanwhile, Henry had already pulled his shirt up over his head too, so that he was now bare-chested. And he had also unbuttoned and unzipped his blue jeans, so that his underwear was now visible through the "V"-shaped opening at the front of his pants.
I was the only one who still had all my clothes on. And I intended to keep it that way, at least for a little while longer.
All of the sudden, there was a knock at the hotel room door, and a voice outside said, "Hey, Henry, it's me. Let me in, man."
"Who the hell is that?" I asked Henry.
"It's Rico. He's the guy I was with at the bar. I asked him to follow us over here. I hope you don't mind."
"What the hell is going on here, Sally?" I demanded.
"You didn't tell him what's really going on?" Henry cryptically said to Sally.
"No, I didn't tell him yet," Sally quickly replied to Henry.
"Tell me what?" I chimed in.
Sally looked back at me, saying, "Please don't get mad at me, Carl. Okay? I was just trying to please you. That's all."
"What're you talkin' about? Please me?"
"Yeah, please you. You see, I accidentally saw all those pictures on your computer the other day. You know? The ones showing all those guys' dicks?"
"Oh. So you saw those, hungh?"
"Yeah, I did. And I noticed that most of those dicks in the photos were black guys' penises. And lot of 'em even had sperm comin' out of 'em. I also found a bunch of pictures showin' guys havin' sex with each other. And most of the pictures showed white guys having sex with black guys. Well, I put 2 and 2 together, and figured out that you're actually a closet bisexual. And not just any old run-of-the-mill closet bisexual, either. You're an interracial closet bisexual."
I just stood there for a moment, in total shock, and then finally said to Sally, "Okay, okay. You got me, Officer. Guilty as charged. So does this mean our relationship is over with, and that you're gonna be leavin' me?"
"Oh hell no! You're stuck with me through the rest of eternity, buster! You made me that promise to me, back when you married me, and I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that you keep it. Even if I have to lock you up in a cage somewhere, and use you as my sex-slave. I'm gonna make sure that you and I are together until the day I die. My finding out that you're a closet bisexual doesn't change anything, as far as I'm concerned. It just makes our sex lives a lot more interesting. That's all. Just as long as you're not gay. You're not gay, are you, Carl?"
"Fuck no! I'm definitely bisexual. I love having sex with you way too much to ever go gay," I honestly admitted. 'You wouldn't actually lock me up in a cage, would you?"
"Is someone gonna let me in, or not, esé?" said the same raspy male voice from outside the hotel room door. This time, I noticed that this voice had a very thick Hispanic accent to it.
Sally quickly twisted her head around to talk to the man on the other side of the hotel room door, "Sure, Sweetie, I'll be there in a minute. Just let me get somethin' worked-out with my husband first."
"I really don't know what to say, Sally," I said, as apologetically as I could. "I can't help it. Black guys' dicks really turn me on at lot. I don't really want them to. But they just do."
"Yeah. I know, Sweetie. I've got my own skeletons in the closet, too. Believe me.
"I also know that you've fantasized for a long time about becoming a cuckold, and watching me have sex with another man, right in front of you. Well, the last time you and I talked about that, I finally admitted to you that I too had always fantasized about having sex with another man, right in front of my husband. And that's what brought us here to this hotel room tonight.
"Well, now may not be the best time for me to say this, but I lied to you when I told you that I wanted that other man to be black man. But I did that for you, Carl. Not for me. The real truth is I'm not into black guys at all. In fact, I find the idea of having sex with a black guy to be pretty disgusting.
"But at the bar, you're the one who invited Henry over to our hotel room," I remarked.
"Yes, I did. But Henry's not here to have sex with me. Henry's gay, Carl. The only reason he agreed to come to our hotel room tonight is because he wants to have sex with you. By the way, he thinks you're pretty hot, for an older white man."
"But on the way over here, when you guys were kissing and making out in the back of the car, what was that all about?"
"Henry and I were simply 'putting on a show' for you, Carl. That's all. I'm sorry for deceiving you like that, but it was the only way I could think of to get you to live out your fantasy about having sex with a black guy."
"That wasn't our agreement, God damn it!" I yelled back at Sally. "So then you had no intention of ever fucking Henry?"
"No. But I did promise you that I'd fuck a guy in front of you tonight, and that's exactly what I intend to do. That's why I secretly invited Henry's friend to follow us over to our hotel room tonight. And he's the only one I wanna fuck tonight, Carl. So if you don't mind, I'm gonna quit being rude, and open the door for him."
Sally headed straight for the door, opening it to let the Hispanic stranger into the room, before immediately embracing him and giving him a very long, passionate French-kiss.
"What the fuck is going on here, God damn it? Sally, what the fuck are you doing? You don't even know this guy!"
"No, Carl. You're completely wrong about that. Henry's the guy I just met tonight for the very first time, while we were at the bar. He's a close friend of Rico's."
"So then you secretly invited Rico to meet you at the bar tonight, and to bring along his gay, black friend with him?" I asked, still trying to assess this whole "unforeseen development" in my current situation.
"Yes, Carl. You hit the nail right on the head, as you always like to say. It's Rico and I who have a history together. He's my ex from high school. He was my very first boyfriend. And I invited him over tonight to have sex with me. And just like I promised, I'm gonna let you watch him fuck my brains out, right in front of you."
She turned to Rico and asked, "You do wanna fuck my brains out tonight, right, Sweetie?"
"Shit yeah, Baby! It's been way too long," Rico piped out enthusiastically. "Quiero tu panocha," he added, telling Sally in Spanish that he wanted her pussy.
"What the fuck is he talking about? What does he mean by 'it's been way too long'? Did you fuck him back in high school?" I asked Sally.
"No, not really. He's the one fucked me that one night. Actually, what he really did was date-rape the crap out of me, and take my virginity in the back seat of his Camaro, while I was begging him to stop the whole time. But he only got to do it one time--because not only did he piss me off royally, but he also ended up getting me pregnant that night. That happened just a couple of months before I met you."
"Oh, my God!" was all I could say, as the realization hit me like a rock.
"That's right. I was already pregnant when I started dating you, Carl. And Jordan is not really your daughter. She's Rico's."
At this point, I was once again in total shock. And I stood there with my mouth wide-open, as I watched Rico reach down between my wife's legs, and start feeling out her panty-covered pussy. And at that moment, I was thankful that her plain white panties had a wide, full-coverage crotch panel.
The worst part was that Sally responded by spreading her legs apart, as well as tilting her pelvis back, to give Rico easier access to her panty-covered pussy mound.
Meanwhile, poor Henry was still standing across the room, at the foot of the hotel bed, quietly watching all this craziness that was taking place, right in front of him.
"Jesus, Sally! If this guy date-raped you against your will, why did you invite him over here to fuck you tonight?"
"Because I've forgiven him since then. That's why.
"Besides, no matter how I may feel about Rico as a person," Sally replied, and then took a moment to reach over and deliberately place the palm of her hand against the front of Rico's crotch, and she began slowly rubbing her hand up and down his bulge, before adding, "His sexy Mexican dick and his sperm will always be the very first dick and sperm that I ever had up inside of my pussy. The bottom line is that I want Rico to get me pregnant again, if he can. But this time, I wanna enjoy the whole experience."
Sally had just said all this to me, as if she were discussing the weather with me, or some other mundane subject. It only served to piss me off even more that she was being so nonchalant about everything.
"What the fuck are you talking about, woman?" I prodded her. "You're on The Pill. There's no way Rico can get you pregnant tonight--even if he wanted to."
"Yeah, about that..." Sally said, biting her lower lip for just a moment before admitting, "I stopped taking The Pill about three months ago, Carl."
"You what? So then I've been fucking you for the last three months, without you being on any form of birth control?" I asked, totally flabbergasted by what my wife has just confessed to me.
"Well not exactly, I did have to go down to the drug store, and take that "Plan B" pill a few times. But only when you fucked me while I was ovulating," Sally calmly replied, as if it were no big deal.
"So then what you're telling me is that you're not on any birth control right now?" I asked Sally, just to verify everything I had heard so far.
"Oh heck, no. Why would I do that, if I'm trying to get pregnant with Rico's baby?" Sally asked, with a very puzzled look on her face. "In fact, I took my basal readings yesterday morning, and I'm positive that I just ovulated. And so I should be nice and fertile right now."
"Does that turn you on, Rico?" Sally asked Rico, in an overly-sexy tone-of-voice.
"Oh hell yes, Chiquita! Muestrame tu panocha ahorita, Puta!" Rico replied, ordering Sally in Spanish to show him her pussy right now, and then calling her a whore at the very end of his sentence.
While Sally continued standing there, with her legs apart and her pelvis tilted back, Rico pulled the crotch of her panties over to one side, and held it there with his left hand, so that he could begin feeling out her baby-bare pussy mound with the fingers of his right hand. And it didn't take long before Rico stuck his middle finger up into Sally's vagina, and began finger-fucking her.
That brought out an instant response from Sally, "Rico, what are you doing? You don't have to be in such a hurry, Sweetie. We've got all night."
I felt backed into a corner. I was looking for any way out of this mess. I sure as hell didn't want to watch my wife's ex-boyfriend from high school having sex with her, right in front of me, and possibly getting her pregnant--for the second time.
And that part really freaked me out! It was just too much to process, in too short of a period of time. Not only had I just found out that the person who I had assumed all these years was my daughter, really wasn't. But I had also just been told that my wife wasn't a virgin when we first met, like she had led me on to believe all these years; and that I wasn't the one who took her virginity. Rico was.
Not only that, but I was furious that Sally, that conniving little cunt of a wife, was in total control of everything right now. So I figured it was high time for me to buck it up and act like a man, and take back control of this entire runaway situation.
I quickly decided to use the most "lethal" and effective weapon that I had at my disposal: money. Money was something that I had plenty of, thanks to my successful investment advisory firm, and I knew exactly how to use it to get what I wanted.
"Rico, I'll give you $200 cash right now," I said, reaching in my back pocket to pull out my wallet and open it up, "If you take your hand out of my wife's pussy, and another $200 on top of that, if you leave this hotel room right now, and don't come back. Deal?"
Rico thought about my 'offer' for a while, obviously taking his sweet time, as he continued to finger-fuck Sally's vagina.
"Make it $500, and you've got a deal, Boss," Rico finally said.
"Okay, there ya go," I said, as I was pulling the bills out of my wallet, and counting it out into the open palm of Rico's hand. The same hand that had just been finger-fucking my wife's bare pussy.
"Now, get the fuck out of here!" I barked at him. "My horny bitch of a wife needs to fuck a black guy, just like she promised me she would."
Rico opened the hotel room door, and dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"What's the matter, Darling?" I asked Sally, as I was locking the dead bolt on the hotel room door again. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you afraid of having a black guy's baby, instead of that little Hispanic baby you were wantin'?"
"God damn it, Carl! I wanted Rico to fuck me. Not Henry. I just got done telling you how I really feel about having sex with a black guy. I find the whole idea of it disgusting. Besides, Henry's gay. I already told you that too."
"Yeah, well, I'm callin' the shots now. So shut up and cooperate, you fucking cunt-whore! Get your bra and panties off, and get up on that fucking bed, get on your back, and spread your God damn legs apart right now, and 'put on a show' for me and Henry here! And don't take your hands off your pussy and your tits until I tell you to!"
At this point I turned towards Henry to address him directly.
"Henry, I know you're gay, but would $1,000 cash be enough to make you change your mind about not having sex with my wife?" I asked, handing him over the cash, already assuming what his answer would be.
"I'd love to take you up on your offer, except for one thing. I think your wife is beautiful and all, but she doesn't do anything for me in a sexual way. I'm not even hard right now. See?" Henry said, pulling his still-flaccid dick out of the front of his underwear, as proof. "And I've been looking right at Sally's pussy, just like you have. But the difference is you've got a hard-on," he said, gesturing towards the obvious bulge at the front of my lap.
"So then what you're saying is that you want me to show you my hard-on first, so that you can get sexually excited?"
"Yes, precisely. But I don't just want you to show it to me. I need you to let me touch it, and hold it, and play with it, and maybe even rub my own dick up against it. That's the only way I can guarantee you that I'll get a hard-on, so that I can fuck your wife, like you're wanting me to."
"Okay, you've got a deal," I said to Henry.
"Yes, sir," Henry said, shaking hands with me first, then putting the $1,000 cash into his own wallet, and then taking his pants and underwear all the way off to display his naked body."
I unbuttoned the top of my pants, and pulled down my zipper, to let my pants fall down to the floor. And then, after stepping out of the leg-holes of the pants, I pulled my underwear all the way down, and took them off, before eventually sitting down in the easy chair, located at the side of the bed.
Henry followed me across the room and knelt down in front of me, so that he could begin touching and feeling my bare erect dick and my balls.
After a few minutes I asked Henry, "Is this what you needed?"
"Yes, sir," he replied, standing up just long enough to show me that his penis was indeed well on its way to becoming fully-erect, before he knelt back down in front of me, and continued his skillful manipulations of my penis.
In fact, I couldn't believe how good it felt to me, while Henry was fondling my penis. Sally had always handled my dick in such an awkward manner. But Henry knew exactly what to do to my penis, and how to handle it in just the right ways, in order to quickly get me really turned-on.
"Would you like to touch my dick?" Henry asked, standing up to place his now-fully-erect penis right in my face.
"Sure. If that's what you need me to do," I said hesitantly.
"I do," Henry admitted to me.
I reached across and placed my hands on Henry's bare black penis for the first time that night. His erect penis was not one of those gigantic black penises that we've all seen in the porn videos and photos. But it was a fairly large penis nevertheless. And especially so, when one considers Henry's smaller body size. His erect dick was about 8 1/2 inches long, and about twice as big around as mine. Let's just say I was envious.
And by the way, just for the record, Henry's balls were quite large too, compared to mine.
I was slowly and methodically hand-pumping Henry's foreskin up and down his long shaft, when I finally looked back over at Sally.
She was lying on the bed, on her back, with her legs spread far apart, and with one hand firmly planted in her pussy crack, and the other gently squeezing one of her small "A"-cup size breasts, while she was staring at the large "package" between Henry's legs.
"Better take a good look right now, Sally, 'cuz this is the black penis that's gonna be buried deep inside your womb in a little while, and possibly giving you a brand new mulatto baby to take care off."
"Damn it, Carl! Henry's gay. Don't tease me like that," Sally begged.
"Oh, so you don't think that Henry's actually gonna fuck you? I'll bet you $100 that you're wrong."
"You're on," Sally said.
"Okay."
And then I did something that I never thought that I would do in a million years. I stuck Henry's dick-head in my mouth, and started sucking on it, while I was still jacking up and down on his dick-shaft. I also tongued his piss-hole slit, and licked the underside of his shaft from time to time.
I could tell that Henry was getting really excited by my blowjob. And that's when I abruptly pulled my mouth up off of his dick, and told him in a very quiet and calm voice, "Now I want you to honor our agreement. I want you to get on top of that bed right now, and fuck my God damn slut of a wife. And I want you to 'do it' in a missionary position. And when you get ready to cum, I want you to ejaculate deep inside her pussy, right up next to her cervix. Can you do all that for me, Henry?"
"Yes, Sir. I'll be more than happy to," Henry said. "But would it be okay with you if I taste her pussy first? I've never had sex with a white woman before. Heck, I've never had sex with any woman before."
"Sure, Henry. Go right ahead and eat her nasty little pussy, if that's what you really wanna do. But I gotta warn ya, it's kind of got a fishy smell to it. And it really doesn't taste that good either. Especially once she's started cumming hard."
"Damn it, Carl, why are you doing this to me?" Sally spewed out, with maximum vitriol.
"Hey, don't blame me. You did this to yourself, Bitch!" I yelled right back at her. "You made your own bed. Now lie in it! In fact, I want you to beg Henry to eat your pussy."
"Henry, please don't do this? You could walk away right now, and no harm has been done," Sally pleaded with Henry.
"Go ahead, Henry. What are you waitin' for. I'm tellin' you, she's all yours right now," I egged Henry on.
"Henry, I'm begging you," Sally pleaded, "Please don't do this to me? I don't wanna have sex with you right now."
"Well, Ma'am," Henry replied, "You sure have a funny way of showing it. From the looks of things, I'd say that you can't wait to have my tongue in your pussy. Let's see if I'm right..."
And with that, Henry moved over to the foot of the bed, and maneuver his upper body over the top of the bed, between Sally's spread legs. He stuck his head down into Sally's crotch. And then he began licking, sucking, and tonguing her shaved pussy.
I was still sitting in the chair by the side of the bed, watching Henry "go at it," as I continued fondling my penis just enough to keep from losing my erection, but not enough so that I would unintentionally cause myself to reach the "point of no return," and start orgasming. I was actively trying to time that inevitable event to hopefully happen at the same time as Henry was filling up my wife's vagina with his sperm. At least, that was my plan.
Meanwhile, Henry just kept lapping away at Sally's pussy lips and her clitoris, like a thirsty dog at a bowl of water.
And I could tell that Henry was actually making her orgasm. Because every so often, Sally would grab Henry's head between both hands, and push his face down into her pussy, while she road his head like a bucking bronco, and cried out stuff like, "Oh yeah!...That's it...Eat me...Oh fuck yeah!...Lick my clit...Ooooh, that's it, Baby!"
When Henry finally pulled his face up out of Sally's super-wet pussy crack, he had her pussy-juices all over his nose, mouth and cheeks. And he looked so funny that it almost made me laugh out loud.
But when I looked down between Henry's legs, and saw that he had lost some of his erection--so that his penis was now only about halfway erect--I started to get really worried.
"Hey, Henry, why don't you come back over here, and rub that sexy dick of yours against mine for a little while. Just 'til you get your erection back, okay? What do ya say?"
I stood up from the easy chair, and walked over to where Henry was, at the foot of the bed. And while standing face-to-face, Henry and I began playfully "sword fighting" with our dicks, and jacking ourselves off in front of each other, with the very tips of our two dick-heads pressed together.
Sally was watching us, and fingering herself, as Henry's dick quickly recovered, and became fully-erect once again.
"Okay. That's great! You're all ready to go again. So go get her, man. And if you start having any trouble keeping your erection, just close your eyes and fantasize that you're fucking me in the ass. 'Cuz in a way, a girl's pussy really is kind of like a miniature ass. I mean, it's got two cheeks, and a crack, and a hole, doesn't it?"
Henry and I laughed at my joke, but Sally didn't.
I could tell from the serious, no-nonsense look on her face, that she had finally "crossed the line." I had seen it many times before in our own bedroom. I knew that Sally was feeling so horny and sexually excited, with so many orgasms under her belt, that all she wanted at that moment was a stiff dick in her fuck-hole, and some fresh sperm all over her cervix. And Sally wouldn't give a shit at this point, if that "dick" and that "sperm" just happened to belong to a black dude, instead of a white guy, or a Hispanic guy.
Henry crawled up on top of the foot of the bed, kneeling between Sally's spread legs, with her staring at his dark-skinned dick the whole time.
She reached down, grabbed hold of his shaft, and began rubbing the head of his dick up and down along the sopping-wet crack of her own pussy.
Then, after a few moments, she stuck the head of Henry's dick up into her own vaginal entrance, reached around to grab his butt-cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled Henry's hips towards hers, to get his dick to slide up deep inside her vagina.
She let out a long "ahhhhh" sound, while she was doing that. And I almost spontaneously shot my wad, while I was witnessing my wife actively mounting this black man's dick, and actively pulling it deep inside her own vagina, and then intentionally adjusting her hips underneath Henry's--while at the same time, tilting her pelvis at just the right angle--so that the head of his penis would finally come to rest right up against her own firm cervix, and then be held there for just a few fleeting moments, before any thrusting began to take place.
I knew exactly what Sally was doing to Henry's dick, because she had done the same thing to my dick, many times in the past. She even had a special name for it. She called it her "cervical kiss." But after witnessing Sally performing her unique cervix-repositioning pelvic gyrations (her cervical kiss) on another man's dick, I finally understood why so many married guys out there are into cuckolding.
I was still standing at the foot of the bed, which meant that I had a front row seat to all this. I could plainly see Sally's and Henry's coupled-up sex organs "in action," while I got back down to the serious business of jacking myself off.
"I thought you didn't want to fuck a black guy tonight," I commented to Sally.
"I didn't. But you made me do it, you son of a bitch! You got me so horny that I can't stop myself right now, even if I wanted to--which I don't. But I still think it's nasty and disgusting. And I feel like such a fucking whore for doing it. So I might as well go ahead and act like one."
At this point Henry was slowly thrusting away at Sally's vagina, easing his large dick all the way up the hilt on each inward thrust, and nearly pulling it out all the way on each outward thrust.
Sally turned to Henry and said, "Go ahead, Henry. Give me your sperm, Honey. Fuck me as hard as you want. I only ask that you do me one little favor. I want you to squirt all of your sperm deep inside my fertile pussy. Can you do that for me, Henry?"
Henry quickly nodded his head, humming out "ungh hungh" in the process, as he continued to methodically speed up his vaginal thrusting.
"That's good. We're probably gonna make a mulatto baby together right now, you and I. But that's okay. 'Cuz it's all my husband's fault really. He's the one that put you and me up to all this."
Sally turned her attention towards me, "I hope you're happy, you bastard! I hope you get your rocks off real good!"
"Oh, I will! Believe me. I hope you're gettin' your rocks off real good too--'cuz I'll never fuck you again, Sally! In fact, I'll never even sleep in the same bed with you again, for that matter. Let's face it. You're just a dirty whore of a woman. That's all you really are. You've shown me your true colors tonight. And so I'm gonna sit here and jack off like crazy, while I watch you lettin' yourself get fucked and fertilized by a black man.
"And guess what. Henry's not gonna fuck you just once tonight. No sir. He's gonna keep on fucking you over and over again. All night long. 'Til you just can't stand it anymore. I'll make sure of that. Believe me. Even if I have to suck his dick over and over again, to give him another hard-on. You have my word on that. And you know that I'm a man of my word."
I don't think that Sally was really listening to me at this point, because Henry was pounding away at her pussy at a furious pace, until he slammed it home, making one last final deep thrust.
I saw his butt-cheek muscles tighten up, and then the area behind his balls began to repeatedly pulsate rhythmically, and I knew that Henry was busy orgasming and squirting his whole wad of sperm deep inside of Sally's vagina.
When Sally felt Henry's dick pulsating deep inside her vagina, and unloading its super-dangerous payload right up against the neck of her fertile womb, she began screaming out uncontrollably, "Oh fuck yes! Give me your sperm, you beautiful black stud you. That's it, Sweetie. Just like that. Oh God! Oh Shit! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhhh!"
While watching Sally get fertilized by Henry, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I started cumming too. My sperm was squirting out all over the place, but I didn't give a damn. I couldn't stop staring at Henry's and Sally's coupled-up sex organs, as I was anxiously waiting for some of Henry's just-ejaculated sperm to start seeping out around the base of his dick. And as it turned out, I didn't have long to wait.
As soon as his orgasm subsided, Henry quickly pulled out of Sally's pussy, and then stood up by the foot of the bed. I couldn't help but stare at Henry's blood-engorged dick. And I was literally entranced by the milk-white sperm that was still slowly oozing out of Henry's piss-hole slit, and dripping down onto the motel room floor.
"How'd I do? Was that okay?" Henry asked me, seeking my approval.
"Oh heck yes, Henry. And I'm sure Sally thinks so too. Don't you, Sally?"
Sally didn't answer me.
Instead, she had her head lying back on the pillows and her eyes closed, as she was busy basking in her orgasmic afterglow. Meanwhile, Henry's thick, white, freshly-ejaculated sperm was slowly and steadily oozing out of Sally's now-gaping, totally-relaxed fuck-hole opening; and then dripping down her ass, to land on the bedsheets, between her spread thighs.
"Tell ya what, Henry. Why don't you go over to Sally and tell her to suck your dick. I'm sure she'll be happy to do so. And if she doesn't get you hard again, just come back, and I'll suck your dick again. Deal?"
"Yes, sir. I heard what you were telling Sally, about you wanting me to fuck her over and over again tonight. All I can say is that I'll try my best, sir."
"You're a healthy young man. You should be able to last at least two or three more times tonight. I want you to take advantage of this unusual situation, Henry. I want you to do whatever you want to my wife. Go ahead and kiss her, or suck her little titties, or stick your finger up her butt-hole, or do whatever else you've ever dreamed of doing to a naked white woman. I don't care. Tell ya what, why don't you go ahead and fuck her doggie-style this next time? She really likes that."
"Sure. I would love to fuck your wife doggie-style. But would it be okay with you if I fuck her in the ass, instead of the pussy? 'Cuz that's what would really turn me on tonight!"
"Sure. Whatever gets your rocks off, Kid. Hell, you can fuck me in the ass, if that's what you really wanna do. I suppose I owe you that much, after everything that's happened tonight."
"No, sir. I'm the one who owes you," Henry said, as he knelt down in front of me, grabbed hold of my shaft, and stuck the head of my dick into his mouth, so that he could lick and suck all the leftover sperm off of it.
While Henry was sucking my dick, Sally was staring at me, like I had lost my mind, or something--when all I had really lost was my innocence. And possibly my marriage.
With Henry sucking away at my dick-head, it didn't take long at all, before I had another hard-on.
And that's when the strangest thing happened. Sally told me in her high-pitched little-girl-sounding voice, "Daddy, please fuck me. Just like you used to. I've been such a naughty girl. Can you do that for me, Daddy? Can you fuck my little pussy one last time? Pretty please? With sugar on top?"
And the next thing I knew, I found myself in a missionary position on top of my wife, humping away at her already-creampied "sloppy seconds" vagina, while she had her head turned to one side, and was happily sucking away on the head of Henry's dick.
And when Sally sensed that I was just moments away from orgasming and ejaculating my own sperm deep inside her vagina, right up next to her cervix (we had been married for so long that she could automatically sense that kind of thing), she stopped sucking Henry's dick just long enough to scream out at me, "Get off me, you son of a bitch! Go jack off in your chair, you fucking cuckold! I want Henry's sperm inside my womb! Not yours!"
"Oh yeah? Well fuck you, Bitch! You're gettin' my sperm, whether you want it, or not!" I screamed right back at Sally, just inches away from her face.
And then I slammed my dick into Sally's fuck-hole as hard as I could, burying it all the way up to the hilt inside her, and I proceeded to orgasm my ass off, squirting my sperm out all over the back pocket of her already-gooey vagina. It had literally been years since I had experienced an orgasm that strong.
As I was coming back down to earth from that incredibly awesome orgasm, I heard Sally whispering in my ear, "Babe, I hope you enjoyed that a lot. 'Cuz I really did. But there's one thing I haven't told you yet. Henry's gettin' ready to fuck you in the ass."
I felt something sliding between my two butt-cheeks to press right up against my asshole, and I instantly knew that that "something" was the head of Henry's black dick. The same slick head that had a generous coating of Sally's saliva all over it, thanks to her perfectly-timed blowjob.
Then I heard Henry's voice from behind telling me, "Relax, Mr. Carl. You're going to love this. You'll see..."
And then I felt the head of Henry's long, rock-hard penis being pressed very firmly, up against my puckered-up asshole sphincter muscle.
"Now relax, Mr. Carl. Push outward, like you're taking a shit. That's the secret. Good. There you go. That's much better," Henry reassured me, as I felt his firm dick-head finally penetrate my butt-hole, to slowly slide up into my poop chute.
Sure, there was a little bit of discomfort at first. But that quickly dissipated, to be replaced by the same kind of wonderful feelings that I always had, whenever I was letting out a large shit-log or two into the toilet bowl below. And I couldn't believe it! Because my having Henry's large dick inside my rectum felt nothing less than awesome to me!
Sally gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and said, "Babe, believe it or not, I still love you with all my heart. Even though you're a fucking cuckold now. And a fucking bisexual too."
"I love you too, Sweetie," I automatically replied. "And I'm sorry I was so mean to you tonight. It's just that I was in total shock over the things you were confessing to me. And I just felt so out-of-control, and scared."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I freaked you out so much. But can I ask one big favor of you?"
"Sure, Honey. Whatever you want," I said, struggling to get the words out in short breaths, because by this point, Henry was energetically humping away at my rectum.
"Well, Daddy," Sally said, effortlessly slipping right back into her little-girl voice, "Please promise me that you won't get mad at me, for what I'm about to tell you, okay?"
"Okay, Sweetie," I said, sensing that Henry was just about to shoot his wad inside my butt.
"You've gotta promise me, Daddy," Sally, the pretend little girl, demanded.
"Okay, okay, I promise you. I won't get mad at you."
"Good. 'Cuz I've been a very naughty little girl tonight! I've been lyin' to you about lots of stuff. Really important stuff."
"Like what, Sweetie?" I asked, as Henry was busy unloading his warm jizz inside me.
Sally quickly switched back to her regular adult voice and said, "Well, first of all, Henry's not gay. He's bisexual. Just like you are."
"Is that true, Henry?" I turned my head around to ask him myself.
"Yes, Sir. I've fucked my share of women. Even some white ones," Henry said very proudly and matter-of-factly, right before he began easing his long penis out of my butt. Then he moved around on top of the bed to lie on his back, right beside Sally.
"And second of all, Carl," Sally jumped right in, and continued on with her string of confessions, "I was lying to you, when I told you that the idea of me having sex with a black guy disgusts me. Because nothing could be farther from the truth. In fact, I can't believe that you actually bought into that lie; hook, line and sinker. As far as I can tell, there's not a white woman alive who hasn't fantasized at one time or another about having sex with a black man. And I'm no exception. Just the taboo nature of the very thought itself is usually enough to make most white women's panties get wet. And once again, I'm no exception. Thank you for finally making that black man fantasy thing a reality for me tonight. You're an awesome husband!"
"You're welcome, I think?" I said, as I flopped over onto my back, to lie on the other side of Sally, on top of the bed.
"There's more important stuff too, Carl. Rico isn't my ex-boyfriend. He's Henry's friend. And I just met him for the very first time, tonight at the bar, at the same time that I met Henry. Basically, I just thought I'd rattle your cage a little bit, by having Rico unexpectedly show up here, and pretend that he was my ex.
"And it wasn't hard to get Rico to do that for me, either. Because I promised him that, if he did, I would let him feel out my panty-covered pussy, right in front of my husband. I didn't count on him taking things any farther than that. But he obviously did. And I apologize for that. Thank you for paying Rico off, so that he would leave."
"Once again, you're welcome," I said, shaking my head. "I don't know what else to say. I couldn't stand watching that guy treat you like such a whore."
"Ah, that's so sweet. You know, probably the most ironic part is that you didn't have to pay Henry off to get him to fuck me. He had already agreed to do that anyway, before he ever left the bar with us. Didn't you Henry?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I sure did," Henry acknowledged, and they both chuckled for a moment, and then Henry asked sincerely, "But would it still be okay with you, Mr. Carl, if I keep the $1,000 anyway, because I can sure use it to help pay off my student loans?"
"Yeah sure, Henry, go ahead and keep the money."
"So let me get all this straight," I said to Sally. "What you're telling me is that Rico was a total stranger to you, just like Henry was?"
"Right," said Sally.
"And so Rico never date-raped you, and took your virginity back when you were in high school, before we ever met?"
"Right again," Sally verified.
"So then you really were a virgin when I met you. And that means that Jordan has to be my daughter?"
"No. Unfortunately, she isn't, Carl. And you have to promise me that you'll never tell her the truth. She wouldn't be able to live with it. Heck, I can barely live with it."
"So then you really did get knocked up by some guy, back in high school, right before we met?"
"Yes. And you knew that "guy" very well. He was my father, God rest his soul."
"Your father?" I asked, in total disbelief.
"Yes, my dad. But I don't hate him for what he did. Just a few months after Mom died, my older sister moved out with her boyfriend. And so that left just me and Dad in that big old ranch house on the outskirts of Fort Worth. And sometimes things just happen. You don't plan on 'em happening. They just do."
"Wow!" I said, without even meaning to. "So, do you wanna tell me what happened? Or would you rather not talk about it?"
"Oh, I definitely need to talk about it with someone. Keeping this secret all these years has been drivin' me crazy. But you've gotta promise me that you'll never tell anyone else about what happened between Daddy and me. You too, Henry."
"You have my word that I will never tell another living soul about your sexual relationship with your father," Henry said to Sally, as solemnly as he could.
"Ditto. What he just said," I told Sally.
"Well, it all started out innocently enough," Sally said, starting out her story, "Whenever I used to get scared late at night, or there was a bad storm outside, or I had a nightmare, I would always make a beeline to my parent's bedroom, and then climb into bed with them.
"And my behavior didn't change, just because my mom had died, and wasn't there for me anymore. I would simply climb into bed, and get under the covers, and then snuggle up with my daddy.
"Of course, you already know what I usually wear to bed a night."
"Yeah, a nightshirt, with pair of panties underneath," I said to Sally.
"That's right. And that's what I always wore, when I climbed into bed with my father. But my daddy preferred to sleep without any clothes on. I mean, he did keep his tighty-whities on. But that was about it.
"Anyway, I used to snuggle up next to Dad, and spoon with him, with my chest right up against his back, until I would finally fall asleep, right beside him.
"And after Mom died, I began sleepin' in Dad's bed much more often than I slept in my own bedroom. In fact, over the next six months or so, about the only thing I was still doing in my own bedroom was changin' clothes, and talkin' with my friends on the phone.
"And Dad really liked me sleepin' with him. He even told me so himself. He said that it was much better than him havin' to sleep by himself, because he had slept with my mother beside him all those years, and he was spoiled.
"Well, so was I, for that matter. And I was used to doing whatever it took to get my way.
"But anyway, one night, I woke up in the middle of the night from a super-sexy dream that I was havin'. And I discovered that I was already humpin' away at Dad's leg, rubbin' my panty-covered pussy up and down his thigh. And it felt so good to me, that I didn't wanna stop.
"But then Dad woke up suddenly, and blurted out, 'What the hell are you doin', Sally?'
"'Nothing,' was all I could think to say to him at first. And then I all of the sudden felt so embarrassed that I started crying, and eventually began apologizing to him.
"But then he told me, 'That's okay, Sweetie. I guess you're just doin' what comes naturally. And you shouldn't have to be ashamed of that. I'm sorry for raising my voice, and getting upset with you.'
"And then he turned his back towards me, and started to go back to sleep.
"But I was still feelin' so horny that I couldn't see straight. I also couldn't go back to sleep. So I hiked my nightshirt up around my waist, and then I secretly slipped off my panties, and dropped 'em onto the floor, beside the bed.
"And then I calmly and gently fingered myself, while I was lyin' there beside my father, and gettin' really turned-on by the thought that he could have rolled over any moment, and discovered me masturbating, right next to him.
"Once I had a few more mild orgasms under my belt, I finally threw all caution to the wind, and wrapped my legs around Dad's thigh again. But this time, I start humpin' his thigh with my bare pussy.
"And boy, that woke him up really fast!"
"I'll bet!" Henry remarked.
"'Sally,' he said to me," my wife continued on with her story, virtually ignoring Henry's comment. "And I said, 'What, Daddy?' while I just kept steadily humpin' away at his thigh.
"'What on earth are you tryin' to do?' he asked me. And I could tell that he was really confused. So I felt like I needed to set him straight. And I was feelin' so horny that I didn't care what he thought of me at that moment.
"'Daddy, I'm tryin' to have sex with you. Don't you get it? I'm rubbin' my pussy up against your leg, for Christ's sake.
"'Yes, Sweetie. I know what you're doin'. But a daughter's not supposed to be doin' this kind of stuff with her own father. Why don't you go find some young man out there to have sex with?'
"'Because I don't want to right now,' I told him, 'The only person I wanna have sex with is you. So would you like to touch my pussy, Daddy? I know it's been a long time since you've touched a woman's pussy.''
"And he said, 'You're not quite a woman yet, Sally. You're still a young lady.'
"I grabbed his hand, and I pulled it back towards me to place it right on my bare pussy, and I said, 'Go ahead, Daddy. Feel my little, virgin pussy. I know you want to. Come on. Let me prove to you just how much of a woman I really am.'
"He turned around, and said 'God help me,' while he was looking up at the bedroom ceiling, and quickly making the sign of the cross on his bare chest. And then he began fingering the hell out of my pussy crack--just like Rico was doing earlier tonight. I found it ironic that Dad was using the same two fingers that he had just made the cross on his chest with.
"The very next thing I noticed, was that Daddy's dick was already fully-erect, and pushing out at the front of his tighty-whities."
"Just like mine is right now?" I said, proudly displaying my fully-erect penis to Sally.
"And mine too?" Henry chirped in, making sure that Sally would look over at his penis as well.
"Yes, Boys. Just like that," Sally said, as she reached over, and placed one hand on each of our two erect penises, and began manipulating them at the same time.
"Is 'sex' all you boys ever think about?" Sally asked.
"What else are 'we boys' supposed to be thinking about, when we're both lying here naked in bed with a beautiful naked woman sandwiched in between us?" I asked hypothetically.
"What I want you both to think about right now, is how naughty I was being with my daddy," Sally said, and then continued on with her story.
"I placed my hand on Daddy's bulge, and I started feeling it, and squeezing it through the thin material of his white cotton underwear.
"And he just kept on fingering the crap out of my pussy, while he kept telling me how much he had missed having his hands on a woman's pussy.
"Then Daddy pulled his underwear all the way off, so that I could finally see his 'thing,' and play with it.
"And I tentatively reached over, and gently squeezed the head of his dick between my thumb and fingertips. And while I was doing that, I naturally thought about how I was now squeezing the very same penis that had made me. The very same, special penis that had brought me into this world, and given me life. And that thought excited me so much, that it actually made me orgasm. And I felt a small gush of my sexual juices come out of my pussy crack. And Dad seemed to be very pleased with my increased wetness.
"I remember that the next thing Daddy did, was to ask me if it was okay with me if he licked my pussy. And of course, I couldn't say 'no' to his request. Not with a nice wet pussy down between my legs, and Dad's fingers exploring every inch of it.
"And naturally, one thing eventually led to another. And Dad ended up taking my virginity that night.
"But first, let me back up a little bit, and tell you about Daddy's pretty-unique-looking penis. It was a lot shorter than either of your dicks; may only about half the length of yours, Carl.
"And the head on that short, stubby, son of a bitch had to be nearly as big around as a soda can! I kid you not. And it was all flared out, and kind of flat at the tip. It looked really intimidating to me, to say the least. And I was really scared that I might have bitten off more than I could chew. Or should I say, 'more than my pussy could chew,'" Sally added, trying to be humorous.
And her attempt worked. Because we all laughed for a little bit, before Sally continued on with her story, "But the strangest part was that it didn't hurt me at all, when Daddy first penetrated me with that enormous dick-head of his. He eased it in so gently, that it actually felt fucking awesome, to tell you the truth! And I had never had my vagina stretched that far open before. Even when I used to stick large cucumbers up inside me, while l was masturbating."
"You really used to do that?" I asked Sally.
And Sally immediately replied, "What do you mean, 'used to'? I still do cucumbers. I just do 'em when you're not around. That's all. I can't even begin to describe to you just how wonderful it feels to a woman, when she gets her vagina stretched wide-open like that. So it makes perfect sense to me why there a lot of women out there who are into fisting and gigantic dildos." Sally abruptly paused for a few moments, and then shook her head, saying, "I'm sorry. I lost my train of thought for a moment. Where was I?"
"You were talking about your father taking your virginity," I reminded Sally.
"Oh yeah. That's right. Anyway, at the time, there was another thing that I thought was really weird. Daddy didn't cum inside me, while he was fucking me that very first time. Instead, at the very end, he quickly pulled out of me. And then he jacked himself off for about 10 seconds or so, before he came all over my stomach and lower abdomen. And that's how everything got started between Dad and me."
"Were you actually wanting your dad to cum inside you?" I asked Sally, out sheer curiosity, more than anything else.
"You know me better than anyone. So what do you think my answer to that question would be?" Sally said to me.
"It probably disappointed the heck out of you when he didn't cum inside your pussy."
"Bingo! We have a winner," Sally remarked sarcastically. "So let me finish my story. Okay?"
"Sure, go right ahead. I can't wait to hear the rest of your story," I said to Sally, dramatically rolling my eyes upward to indicate my own sarcasm.
"God, Carl, you're such a shit sometimes! I can't believe I love you so much.
"Anyways, over the course of the next few months, I became Daddy's substitute wife, if you will. And those special months turned out being some of the happiest months of my entire life.
"And Daddy ended up fucking me almost every night. Even when I was on my period, believe it or not.
"And throughout that entire time, he never ejaculated inside my vagina. Not even once! He'd always pull out at the very last minute, and jack himself off, usually squirting his sperm all over my lower abdomen, and the outside parts of my pussy mound.
"So one day, I asked him why he always pulled out of me like that. And he told me that he was only doing the same thing to me that he had always done to my mother, whenever he was fucking her.
"Apparently, Mom didn't believe in using any form of birth control--not even condoms--because she was a strict Catholic, and she was trying to follow the teachings of the church to the letter.
"So Dad was left on his own to try and figure out how to keep from having more kids, while at the same time, continuing to have regular sexual intercourse with his own wife.
"Dad wasn't a dummy, either. He knew that the withdrawal method really wasn't considered a good form of birth control, because the failure rate was too high.
"But in his situation, it was either use the withdrawal method, or quit fucking my mother altogether. And that would've meant that Mom and Dad would've had no other recourse, but to resort to mutual masturbation, as their only form of lovemaking.
"And that choice was totally unacceptable, as far as my father was concerned. He admitted to me that he absolutely loved having his dick inside Mom's pussy. And then he actually thanked me for letting him put his dick inside mine.
"And so, for several months, Dad and I kept on fucking just about every night, with him managing to never ejaculate inside my vagina. Frankly, I don't know how the man did it. He could steadily hump away at my pussy for a good 15 or 20 minutes, and then pull out and cum all over my lower abdomen."
"I'm with you," I agreed, "That's a hell of a lot of self control!"
"Amen!" Henry chimed in.
"But in the end, it didn't matter. Because of this stuff," Sally said, reaching up to playfully rub some of my transparent pre-cum all over my dick-head with her fingertip.
"Anytime that I got to see Dad's hard-on, it seemed like there was always a little bit of pre-cum leaking out of the tip of it. And I didn't even bother me at the time. In fact, I naively thought it was kind of neat-looking. I hadn't learned yet that pre-cum could get a girl pregnant.
"Well, one day, my period didn't come, when it was supposed to. So I nervously waited another week. And then another week. And then another two weeks after that. And still no period.
"Normally, I hate my periods, just like all girls and women do. But this time, I found myself hoping and praying for one that never came. And my periods had always come every 28 days, like clockwork. So I was really scared!
"That's when Dad and I put 2 and 2 together, and realized that his pre-cum had to have gotten me pregnant. And we started devising a plan together to get us both out of this very bad situation.
"But while we were doing that, we kept fucking almost every night. But now that we both knew that I was pregnant, Dad had no reason to pull out of me, because he couldn't get me any more pregnant than I already was.
"And I still remember that very first night that Dad finally came inside me. I orgasmed my ass off!
"And also, I had never seen my dad orgasm so strongly. He actually screamed out several "F"-bombs when he hit his climax, which was something that he had never done before. And it seemed like his fat dick was never gonna stop throbbing inside me. I couldn't believe how much sperm he was ejaculating inside me, either.
"Then he passed out on top of me, and just about smothered me underneath him. I had to roll out from under him.
"At any rate, once we had figured out that I was pregnant, I told Dad that I wanted to get an abortion.
"But he just wouldn't have it. He said it went against everything that our family stood for. And then he insisted that we needed to find a way for me to go ahead and have the baby, but never let anyone find out that the child was actually his.
"Our final plan involved me finding a boy around my age who I really liked. Then I would seduce that boy into dating me. And after that, I would make sure that that boy got the chance to fuck me by no later than our third date, because I was running out of time. Nine months passes awful fast, you know."
"And I was that 'boy,' right?" I asked Sally, even though I already knew the answer to that question.
"Yes, Carl. You drew the short straw, and got me.
"At any rate, after I let that boy fuck me--without using any birth control, of course--I was gonna wait a couple of weeks, and then hit him with the horrible news that I had missed my period, and that he had gotten me pregnant.
"At the time, I didn't really care whether that boy asked me to marry him, or not. I just needed to create an acceptable explanation about how I had gotten pregnant, so that Dad wouldn't get in trouble, and lose everything, over my having seduced him into having sex with me nightly. I couldn't have lived with that.
"Well, I didn't count on falling in love with that boy. And truth be told, I also didn't count on falling in love with Jordan. I was all ready to give her up for adoption, if things hadn't worked out between you and me.
"And now, I've got the best husband in the world, lying right next to me, with a rock-hard dick, ready to fuck me again," Sally said to me, as she rolled over on her side, lifted her top leg up a little bit to spread her thighs apart, and then grabbed hold of my dick, and starting guiding it into her own vagina.
And I've got a black lover, with a rock-hard dick, lying right next to me, on my other side, ready to fuck me in the ass, at the same time as my husband is fucking me in the pussy. Right, Henry?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Henry quickly blurted out. Then he rolled over onto his side, facing my wife's flat boyish-looking butt, and then reached down to guide his large penis up into her asshole.
I was French-kissing Sally, as I felt my dick-head penetrating her vaginal entrance; and then, within a few more moments, felt Henry's balls coming into direct contact with mine.
Sally finally broke off our kiss, and she said to me, "Now, I ask you, what more could any woman ask for?"
"I don't know," I replied, "But don't forget that you still owe me $100!"
Sally and I both laughed, and then Sally said, "I've got one last confession for you, Carl."
"What's that?" I asked, as I was slowly humping away at her pussy, while Henry was slowly humping away at her asshole.
"After we got married, and I moved out of Dad's house to live with you, here in Austin, do you remember how I would always take a week or two, here and there, throughout the year, to go back home to Fort Worth and visit my dad?
"Oh, no, Sally. You didn't!"
"Oh yes, Carl. I did! I went back home to Fort Worth to be with Dad, so that I could sleep in his bed, and snuggle up with him. And so that he could have sex with me. And so that I could feel his wonderful, fat dick stretching my pussy wide-open again, and then feel him releasing his watery 'old-man sperm' inside my pussy. And those special 'conjugal visits' of mine went on throughout the whole time that I've been married to you. All the way up until Dad finally died.
"It's funny, you know. During those times that I was away visiting Dad all those years, I don't remember ever bringing my birth control pills with me," Sally confessed, slowly shaking her head from side-to-side, and taking a deep breath to draw air in through her closed teeth.
"So are you tryin' to tell me that Jake's not really my son?" I asked, even though I already knew that the very next words that were going to be coming out of Sally's mouth would be bad news, as far as I was concerned.
"Let's just say that there's a very good chance of that. But I'm really not sure, to be honest with you," Sally admitted. "What I am really sure of, is that it's been around three months since I've been on The Pill. And I can almost guarantee you that I'm definitely fertile right now."
"Damn it, Sally! You're makin' me cum!" I said, as I felt my prostate getting ready to explosively pulsate. And then it did. And I fertilized my wife's sloppy-wet, totally-unprotected pussy again.
As I was coming back down to earth from my orgasmic high, Sally shifted into her little-girl voice and said, "So, Daddy, you're not mad at me then?"
"No, Sweetie. I finally understand why you tend to talk like a little girl, and call me 'Daddy' whenever we're having sex."
"So then, you still love me, Daddy, right?"
"More than ever, Sweetie," I said, and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead, as I heard Henry's soft-but-unmistakeable cum-grunt.
"Even if I tinkle on you?" Sally asked me in her little-girl voice, with her eyes dramatically bugged-out, and her mouth wide-open.
It was amazing to feel Henry's penis, as it was strongly pulsating right up against the underside of my own penis through the thin back wall of Sally's vagina, once he had begun unloading his whole wad of sperm deep inside of Sally's rectum and lower colon.
"I can't help it, Daddy. It really tickles!" said Sally. And then she bit her lower lip, and began whimpering away, just like a little lost puppy.
And I immediately felt my still-coupled-up genitals being thoroughly soaked by my wife's warm, wet urine.
And I knew that I had definitely married the right woman.
Sure, Sally had turned out to be one nasty little whore. There was no denying that. But she was my nasty little whore--and mine alone; now that her horny, incestuous father was finally out of the picture. And that's all that really mattered. That, and running down to the drug store in the morning to pick up some Plan B One-Step® emergency birth control, so that Sally wouldn't end up getting pregnant, as a result of tonight's "little escapades."
Let's face it. Neither of us really wanted another baby--even though it turned Sally on a lot to pretend that she did.
Besides that, Sally and I still had the hotel room already booked through the end of the week. And we intended to make good use of it.
"Sweetie," Sally said me, finally breaking the long period of silence that had naturally ensued, once all three of us were lying there beside each other on top of the bed, totally spent, "I hate to say it, but since I'm tryin' to 'come clean' with you about everything tonight, there's something else that I forgot to tell you about. And it's something important that you really should know."
"And what might that be, pray tell?" I asked whimsically, not really wanting to hear any more of Sally's confessions tonight.
"Well...you remember Uncle Jerry, don't you? My dad's younger brother?"
"Sure. I only met him one time, but he seemed like a nice enough guy."
"Oh, he definitely is. And he was my favorite uncle, back when I was growing up. My Uncle Jerry always used to sit me on his knee, and give me horsey rides, while he told me all sorts of silly jokes. And I remember that he'd make me giggle so much, that I'd pee myself just a little bit, and the crotch of my panties would always end up getting wet."
"So what is it that you want me to know about your Uncle Jerry, and your wet panties?" I asked, bracing myself for what I assumed was going to be Sally's confession about how her Uncle Jerry had gone on to sexually molest her, back when she was a young girl.
"Well, I didn't tell you this before," said Sally, "But Uncle Jerry moved into town about three months ago. He's still a bachelor, but he told me that he moved down here to Austin so that he could spend more time with his favorite niece. And of course, that's me. Uncle Jerry doesn't live very far away from us at all. In fact, you could walk to his apartment, if you wanted to."
"Wow, that's wonderful," I remarked, with faked enthusiasm.
"Yeah, I thought so too. My Uncle Jerry used to come over to see me, just about every time that I went back home to Fort Worth to visit Dad. And I used to love that a lot! Because Dad and I used to have threesomes with him. And believe it or not, Uncle Jerry's dick was even bigger around than Daddy's was. I've even got some pictures of it on my cell phone. Do you wanna see them?"
The only thought in my mind at that very moment was, Oh fuck! I'm screwed!
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