Fuck My Wife, PleasebyRick Spears©
It wasn’t going as Walter’d imagined. His wife wasn’t supposed to kiss the black guy, tell him, “Fuck me like he can’t.” The black guy loving it, saying, “Fuck him. I’m gonna make sure you forget your husband.” In his head, it was always quiet, like a silent movie. But as he watched, crouching in the closet among his suit jackets and trousers, he wanted the movie to stop. It was his fantasy, not theirs.
He watched Victoria arching her back now, Trevor driving into her.
Walter looked for his golf clubs, thinking I’m gonna bash that nigger in the skull.
He dropped hints for months that he’d like to watch his wife fuck another man, preferably a black man. He’d ask her if something like that would turn her on. She’d say no, and smile like she was embarrassed. Finally he got her to admit that she had thought about it while masturbating. Walter admitted that he thought about it, too. Then he said, How about that black guy, the courier at your office? No, not him, she said. He’s too old. But a few days later Victoria says the black guy is coming to the house. He thinks Walter is away on business.
“What the fuck that?” Trevor said.
“Probably a rat or something,” Victoria said, not breaking her rhythm, grinding her hips into Trevor.
Trevor stopped. “Shit, someone’s in that closet.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” Squeezing her eyes shut, feeling it now.
“Someone’s in the closet and you ain’t worried?”
Trevor went to the closet. “Who the fuck in there?” He opened the door. Walter, in a ratty, powder blue robe, was squatting inside the closet, a leather jacket laying across the top of his head. Looked like he was gonna die of embarrassment.
“Who the fuck that?” Trevor said.
“Your husband? What the fuck he doing in the closet?”
“Watching, I guess.”
“You guess, huh?” To Walter: “Get the fuck out the closet, man.”
Walter tried to stand up, but lost his balance and almost fell into the black man. Trevor grabbed him and yanked him out of the closet.
Walter stood beside the bed, looked at Victoria. She shrugged.
Trevor said, “So you were just watching, huh? What the fuck are you, one of those Internet homos, right? Jacking yourself in front of the computer and shit?”
Walter looked at Victoria again.
“Don’t be looking at her, motherfucker,” Trevor said. “I’m the one talking to your lame ass. You get this idea on your computer, didn’t you? Wanted the real shit now. Watch your wife fuck a nigger? Nigger-fucker-dot-com, shit?”
Walter struggled to say something, but could only manage “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Shut the fuck up, man.”
Walter noticed that Trevor’s cock was still rock hard. It wasn’t as big as Walter imagined, but still pretty big.
“I ought to snap your neck, asshole,” Trevor said. “What the fuck this all about?”
“Tre, please,” Victoria said.
“You can shut the fuck up, too.”
“Don’t you want to finish?”
She was on her hands and knees, sticking her skinny white ass up in the air, her long black hair falling over her shoulders.
Trevor laughed. “Shit, you two are freaks, ain’t you?”
Victoria said, “Walter, sit down over there,” pointing to the chair in front of her vanity.
“Fuck this, you want a show?” Trevor said to Walter. Then to Victoria: “What’s his name?”
“You want a show, Walter? I’m gonna put on a show for you.”
He stood behind Victoria, held his cock inches from her ass, said, “Show time,” and slid inside her. He began rapping, “Face down, ass up. That’s the way I like to fuck.” Victoria went “oomph” as he penetrated her ass and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Trevor said, “You getting a good look, Walter?”
The fat pervert had his robe open. Shit, gut spilling out, white hair covering the man’s entire body. Man looked like a polar bear. Had his thing in his hand now, pulling it. Yeah, he was getting a good look alright.
Trevor went ball’s deep on the bitch, see if she could handle it. He felt some resistance at first – she gave another “oomph” – then she relaxed and he slid deeper inside. Girl had experience.
Victoria was pushing back. They had a rhythm going, Victoria sliding forward in synch with Trevor. She looked right at Walter, saying, “Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass.” Why the fuck white women tell you to do shit you already doing?
Trevor felt like he was about to cum, but he wasn’t ready. He stopped pumping the bitch. She kept going, though, pushing back on his cock. “Baby, shit, stop fucking me. I don’t wanna cum yet.” He pulled out and she made a little pouty sound, “Hhhmph.” Probably thought she was cute.
Trevor said, “Walter, stop whacking off. I want you to do somethin’ for me.”
The man looked up at Trevor like he never saw him before, said, “Huh?” Trevor walked over to the foot of the bed, his cock glistening and slick.
“Walter, you see this tattoo on my arm?” Trevor pointed to a shapeless blob on his right bicep. “I got this in prison, some armed robbery bullshit when I was a kid. It’s supposed to be a ’69 Mustang. Guy fucked it up.”
It looked like a map of Texas to Walter.
“You know what that time in prison taught me, Walter?”
Walter wasn’t sure he was supposed to answer that one; finally he just shook his head.
Trevor said, “It taught me how to deal with pussies like you, Walter. And I’ve dealt with plenty of pussies, you understand. Now get the fuck over here. This shit you ain’t get on the Internet. Shit, boy, I said get over here.”
Walter’s eye shifted to Victoria.
“I already told you about that shit, Walter. It’s just between me and you now.”
Walter stood up, closed his robe, the man’s eye roaming all over the room now, trying not to look at this naked black man with a prison tattoo standing in the middle of his bedroom.
“You ever suck cock?” Trevor said. “Ever take a big ol’ black cock in yo mouth?”
Walter shook his head.
“You in for a treat then.” Trevor grabbed his cock at the base and held it straight out. “Let’s give Vic a show. She been giving you one. Ain’t that sound fair?”
Walter said, “I’m not sucking your cock.”
“Oh, shit, the man speaks. Says he ain’t sucking cock. Now Vic here has sucked your cock, ain’t you?”
“Plenty of times,” she said.
“See that? ‘Plenty of times.’ If it good for her, it good for you. Vic here tells me she found some homo pics on that computer of yours. So I know you up for this shit.” Trevor wagged his cock up and down.
“I’m not a homosexual,” Walter said.
Trevor took a step toward Walter, lowered his chin. “Are you calling me a fag, Walter? You better not have called me a queer now.”
“I don’t believe I called you anything.”
Trevor swatted Walter across the cheek with an open hand, jerking Walter’s head to the side. All the man managed to say was “What the fuck?” in this little girl voice and then held his burning face.
“Bitch,” Trevor said. “Get on yo knees and get to work.”
Victoria said, “Walter, I think he means it.”
“Listen to your woman now.”
Walter slowly lowered a knee to the ground, still holding his face. Before he could get the other knee down, Trevor pushed him down. His cock dangling over Walter’s face. Walter broke out in a sweat, started shaking his head back and forth. Trevor grabbed Walter’s cock and pressed the head against his mouth. “Open your fucking mouth, Walter, and suck that bad boy or you won’t have any teeth left in that mouth of yours.”
Walter parted his lips. Trevor thrusted his hips forward. His cock slid into Walter’s mouth. He kept going till he felt Walter’s nose against his groin.
“I want to give you a full taste, you understand, since it’s your first time and all.”
Victoria moved to the foot of the bed. She watched Trevor grab Walter’s head, moving it up and down his shaft, like Walter was some kind of fuck doll. Trevor telling Walter to put some life into it or he was gonna break his neck. Soon Trevor took his hand off Walter’s head. Walter taking over, getting into it now. He reached up and started stroking Trevor’s balls. Amazing. Trevor was making little moaning noises. Walter’s hand moved up to the base of Trevor’s cock, stroking the shaft as he sucked and licked the head. Holy shit, her husband turned out to be a good cocksucker.
With his other hand, Walter reached into his robe, grabbing his own cock, stroking it. Both hands in rhythm now.
Victoria couldn’t help herself any longer. She lifted her ass up off the bed, sliding a hand under her body and between her thighs. She had just gotten into a rhythm of her own when Trevor, without warning, pulled his cock out of Walter’s mouth and a stream of jizz exploded from the head of his penis, lashing across Walter’s face, leaving a trail from his forehead to his chin. There was a short pause, and then another and another stream shot out of Trevor’s cock, covering Walter’s stunned face with thick, white cum.
Trevor left Walter on his knees and lay next to Victoria. “Don’t he look better with a nigger’s cum on his face?”
Victoria was still fingering her pussy, said, “Tre, we never finished, you know.”
Trevor said, “Baby, relax. I’m just getting started. I haven’t even fucked your husband’s ass yet.”