Suzan Gets what She Wants

Author's note. It is that time of year when the days grow dark and short and my mood travels along. This tale is shorter and darker and the characters possibly less likeable than some of my earlier offerings. I hope it isn't too jarring for readers expecting sunbeams and butterflies. I envisioned this as a one off. While there is a chance for a follow up chapter, I will need to see some interest and demand if that is going to happen. Let me know what you think.

Bad husband

Hi. My name is John. I am married to Suzan. I recently did something to my wife that I feel a little guilty about. In light of how things turned out I don't really regret my actions, but I feel the need to unburden myself even if it is to anonymous strangers. First you will need a large amount of background for context so you can properly judge me.

Suzan and I met in college. We married after graduation and spent our first 10 or so years working on careers and amassing material possessions, a house, a vacation home, all the things we were supposed to want. An unusual twist to our relationship is that we share the exact same birthday in late May. Some years our birthday falls on the holiday, sometimes not. But we always have a little free time around the date. By the time the big three oh rolled around Suzan decided it was time. She spit out 3 kids in just 4 years. As near as we can tell the first was conceived on our 30^th. They are now well-educated and delightful adults. And we just had our 60^th which is part of my dilemma.

Part two is my secret shame. Something that I have never discussed with anyone, not family, not friends, only my doctors and my wife. I developed high cholesterol and high blood pressure. The meds only helped so much. At 54 I had a heart attack followed by a stroke. Which changed many aspects of my life, I was left with some nerve damage, a loss of coordination, balance and skin sensitivity. My maintenance drugs have caused profound impotence. My tongue and fingers still work though. During this time Suzan drowned her frustration in alcohol and food. She has put on a bunch of weight. Her belly is a problem for me, but I never say anything. On the upside her originally large tits are now fucking huge. Maybe a G cup? I don't know. Menopause has only exacerbated the weight gain and her predilection toward moodiness.

After trying all of the ED meds, and other 'miracle' treatments to no avail, we have fallen into a pattern. I lick her pussy daily and finger Suzan to one, hopefully two orgasms. Then she sucks on my mildly enlarged but still rather limp cock. Watching porn helps because I enjoy the visual stimulation very much but never get hard enough for penetration. She never says anything, never complains, but I know Suzan wants and needs penetration.

The porn thing is the final piece of the puzzle. Suzan never cared for porn, since she thinks sex should be private and says she has no desire to have sex with a stranger. That is what she says, but...

She prides herself on her honesty, but she doesn't always know her own mind. I suspect that the idea excites her, but she doesn't feel comfortable sharing. About 3 months before our big day, I happened on a video of a blonde, white woman built very similar to Suzan. The woman was taking a BBC from a good-looking Black guy. At first Suzan said nothing but I noticed she became very wet and aroused. Suzan deflected by mocking the woman's low-class accent and calling her white trash. Even so it became my go to for getting her off three times. I started to formulate a 'Birthday' plan to fulfill my wife's unspoken fantasy.

I found the outfit the slut wore, online and bought one in white along with a satin blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. I booked a boudoir themed room with a king-sized bed and in room hot tub at a nearby romantic motel. The dress was very sexy, it had no back and a halter tie at the top with a scoop neck. Slits up the side to the hip joint left two flaps that hung just below Suzan's ass cheeks and barely covered her now shaved pussy. It was pure white and made out of cotton spandex blend, supple and clingy. What most would call curve hugging.

After going out to nice birthday breakfast we puttered away the middle of the day, and checked in around 4. A hot sensual soak, some weed, and ample champagne and Suzan was acting very horny. The guy at the dispensary assured me that with this vape cartridge she would be up for anything. The only thing he thought would be better, would be meth.

We did alcohol and Marijuana and some coke ages ago in college but had little experience with harder drugs.

I got Suzan dried off and on the bed, and played her favorite White trash BBW taking a BBC video on our laptop while I fingered her and sucked her clit. Three orgasms later the scene had been set and I decided I would execute my devious and questionable plan. She put on some makeup and while she was deliberating over what lingerie to wear I skipped the blindfold on her.

I kissed her and whispered "surprise." And slipped on the dress. She stiffened for a minute and then I said, "Relax, this will be fun." The silky material caressing her chest had her nipples straining against the thin almost transparent fabric. She shivered when my fingers grazed her right nipple. "Oh fuck! What are you going to do to me? Fun for who? You?"

I quickly and silently snapped a couple pictures with my phone. "You'll see. You are going to love this." I purred. I untied the top freeing her aroused tits and pulled out some tit jewelry I had purchased. There was a small stainless-steel necklace that had a heart shaped 'jewel' at the bottom. Off the bottom of the jewel were two more chains ending in matching jewels and small nipple clamps that would hold onto her nipples but not tight enough to hurt badly, only stimulate. Suzan reached for the blindfold to take it off. I said very firmly, "No! Don't touch that, keep your hands at your sides." I took more pictures and then retied her top. I stood her up smoothing out her outfit. I admired my work taking pics from all angles. Suzan was getting nervous now but also aroused. Her breathing accelerating to a pant. Her fingers being drawn to her cunt. I started recording video with my phone on a small stand on the dresser as soon as I took the last stills. I recorded her pulling up the almost nothing flap of cloth and start to masturbate. "You look perfect. Especially like that. Didn't you get enough?"

"Yes and no. Now tell me what you have planned."

When I asked her to step into her sandals she balked and reaching for the blindfold shouted, "You aren't taking me outside dressed like some kind of whore!" I caught her wrists and cuffed her hands behind her back. She struggled and groaned.

While the video recording rolled, she swore at me and threatened me. "Fucker! You are NOT taking me out in public like this. I will bight that useless cock of yours off after I file for divorce."

I had never seen her so agitated, and spent a minute rethinking my plan, She was my captive and couldn't escape. If not for my dysfunction I would have gotten a raging hard-on. She was already pissed at me and if things worked out as I hoped she would be happy in the end. I decided that I was committed and held to my course. "If you behave, I guarantee you will enjoy this. If you won't settle down, I will gag you. With a ball gag I have right here."

"Fucker! I hate you. We are done. You can't treat me, your WIFE, like this! I won't allow it. You are ruining our day, let me go. God damn you, John. You are such a fucking asshole!"

I lifted her front flap and fingered her wet slit. "You are protesting but seem excited. You look amazing. Let's go."

"fuck you!" Suzan spat. Phone in one hand I grabbed her arm and led her firmly but gently to our silver SUV parked right outside our room. I fastened her seatbelt, mounted my phone on the dash pointed at her and drove about two miles to a seedier area where Young Black men were selling drugs to passing motorists. I parked and observed. Suzan demanded to know what we were doing. As I pressed a running bullet vibe against her slit she moaned and then changing her tone said almost sweetly, "What are we doing? Honey? Putting on a show? Take this off me so I can see. I really don't like feeling helpless like this."

When I said, 'Not yet, it's not time." She whimpered. And had an orgasm on the vibe and arched her back.

"At least take these cuffs off me, they hurt."

"Stop struggling. That should help." I chuckled.

After she stopped moaning she spat, "This is not funny, Fucker. Can anyone see me?"

"A few passers by but your main audience is up ahead." I restarted the car and crept up to a 'nice' looking black kid. Stopping, I lowered Suzan's window and the top of her dress. Her nipples were hard and her chest heaved at the sound of the open window and voices of people on the street.

Walking up to the window the kid asked. "What you want boss?"

"what you got?"

"Horse, crystal, blow."

"Give me 20 of each." I said handing over 60. "Any chance we can get the lady some black cock too?"

"Not from me, But Jordan love fat white pussy. Hey Jordan come over here."

Suzan bristled, "Did that little shit call me fat? Do you think I'm fat you little fucker? I am surrounded by fuckers!"

I reminded her, you always told me, 'All men are fuckers.' Didn't you tell me that if I can't get it up my friends would be happy to fuck you?

Suzan struggled to maintain her composure, "John you dirty fuck. I am not going to let some strange black man fuck me. No way. Take me home."

Jordan stuck his hand in the window and groped Suzan's exposed tit and grinned, "You want some of this hard black cock bitch?" Suzan moaned and whimpered, I don't know if it was the fondling or the language or the anticipation. I hoped all three. Jordan dropped his hand to her dripping slit and she opened her legs. No surprise there. "I think you want some Jordan, don't you bitch?"

Suzan moaned and made one final attempt to forestall the inevitable. "My pussy is a fucking traitor. I don't want 'none of Jordan'. John are you really going to let this street rat rape me? Rape your wife? You know that's what this is. Rape!"

I handed Jordan another 60 and a condom. "Get in the back, stud."

Jordan sat behind Suzan and ran his hands all over her tits. She shivered and a moan escaped her lips unbidden. Jordan then stuffed some fingers up her while I drove back to the motel. I laughed at Suzan as she moved in her seat to provide him the best access to her dripping cunt. Jordan grabbed her face with his wet hand and pulled her lips to him leaning forward for a kiss. My wife provided no resistance at all. She was panting and moaning through the whole ride. Making out with Jordan like a teenager.

Once we got into our room. She tried one more time. "This is rape as long as I say no. Fucker! Both of you are fuckers! Get off me."

"But Suzan, You want this."

"No!"

"Suzan, you do want this. You are panting and dripping. The back of your dress is soaked."

She whined, "No! I don't." Again, but with almost no conviction.

I helped her kneel before the young stud. A soft, "No" escaped her lips as her chest heaved and she tried to catch her breath. The sound of Jordan unzipping his pants caused an involuntary inhale of breath and she opened her mouth in anticipation.

Jordan stroked her cheek with his cock and said. "You want this black cock don't you bitch?"

As it finally touched her lips Suzan hissed, "Yesss." Jordan held her head as he eased his head into her mouth and down her throat. She wasn't a virgin when we met but I doubt that Suzan had ever experienced a cock this big. She tried heroically to swallow as much as she could but ended up drooling and gagging.

"John, take this blindfold and cuffs off me. This will be better if I can see and touch."

"What about those rape allegations?"

"Can't you see you were right? I want this! Get out your phone an make a video."

"I want Jordan to fuck me!" She kept repeating that while I held the phone in front of her and took off the Blindfold. Then I tripped the quick release on the cuffs, and they fell away releasing her hands.

"I knew you wanted this from your reaction to that video you like. Why did you fight so hard against this?"

"I don't know. I seemed so wrong. I don't know why I said all those things. I really don't know."

"So, this is not rape? Jordan isn't raping you?"

"Oh no. I want this more than anything. Thank you, John." With that she crabbed the huge cock and stuffed it down her throat."

Jordan just shook his head as he throat fucked her. "Fucking white bitches!" After a good solid 15 minutes of sucking, Jordan blasted down Suzan's throat. He pulled out halfway to leave a puddle on her tongue.

Suzan stood up and inspected herself in the mirror and looked at the cum in her mouth and on her lips. "Damn John, I look hot. I love this dress!"

"Do you love it enough to wear it out to dinner?" Suzan smiled and nodded yes.

"I really am sorry about making this so hard for you."

"You should be sorry, I almost listened to you."

"I am so glad you didn't listen."

I pulled the packets of drugs out of my pocket dropping them on the small dressing table and asked Jordan what was what. "This is H, heroin." Pushing it to the side on the dressing table. "This is Meth, and this is coke. I think your lady will really like some coke or meth." He sprinkled some lines of both on the table top. "Got a straw?" Trying to look cool and like I knew what I was doing I took out a bill and rolled it into a tube. Just like I had seen in the movies.

Jordan went first to show Suzan what to do. Then Suzan and then me. The shit burned but felt great. Suzan got a wildly intense horny look in her eyes and taking off her dress grabbed Jordan by the cock and led him to the bed. She fell back legs spread wide and demanded, "Fuck me! Jordan. Fuck me now!" I had put the phone back on the stand and recorded it all.

"I cleared my throat and said, "Jordan? Condom?"

"Jordan looked me in the eye and said, "Fuck that shit. I get tested."

Suzan moaned, "Yesss. Fuck those condoms and fuck me. Fill me with your hot man juice. I want it dripping out of my cunt!" Suzan was stroking her thighs and pussy as she tried to spread her legs as wide as she could, while the young black man lowered himself onto my wife. Was it the drugs or had Suzan always been craving this. Or at least since I failed her in the bedroom. Suzan grabbed the head of his cock and rubbed the knob at the end up and down her slit frantic to have it impale her. She found her hole and Jordan nudged in a little.

"You feel pretty tight Mama, are you sure you can take this meat?"

My wife whined, "Yes. I can take it! Fuckkkk. Meee."

As Jordan slowly plunged into her, I grabbed the phone and recorded all nine inches of thick black cock stretching my wife's pussy and sinking into her. Suzan had a massive screaming orgasm as he stretched her, and his pubis hit her clit. "Oh Gawd. Cumming. Your cock feels so good. Fugghh meee!"

Suzan grunted as each thrust compressed her ample belly. She grabbed her right tit in both hands and brought her nipple to her lips and sucked it after hastily brushing off the jewelry. My wife may have been confused before about what she wanted, but she now wanted to cum and get fucked hard. She was breathing hard when Jordan slowed down and pulled out. He pulled her to the end of the bed and back to the table to do another couple of lines. He bent her over and said, "Bitch, I feel sorry for your old man. I want you to suck him while I fuck you like a dog." I had dropped my pants and was stroking myself, so I was a step away from shoving my cock into my wife's mouth. I don't know if it was the situation or the drugs, but I was harder than I had been in half a year and as I thrust into her, I was actually gaging her. Jordan filled her pussy from the rear. She groaned and strummed her clit.

"Suzan, this is the best birthday, I never thought I would get a chance to spit roast you. Never in a million years did I think this could happen."

Between Jordan driving into her and slamming her mouth onto me, choking her on my erection, Suzan was having multiple orgasms. I blew into her, something I hadn't done in a while. Jordan let loose a torrent of white goo that squished out around his cock and ran down her thighs. Suzan gave one more moan and collapsed on the floor. Suzan started to laugh, "Oh God. That was so good. I don't know why I couldn't just trust you before."

"Maybe the next time you can give me the benefit of the doubt." I opened and poured more champagne and Suzan, a sparkle in her eye, toasted both me and Jordan. "To next time. Jordan, give me your number."

While Suzan filled the tub so we could get cleaned up for our dinner date, I drove Jordan back and bought more coke and meth.

Since then Suzan and I have done a little of it, but the results were not as good as that magical night. Although my wife now sucks me like a warm wet cock enlargement pump. It is just so much better now.

Now here is what I want to know, did I make a mistake introducing my wife to porn, addictive drugs and black cock? Let me know. Would she have had a case for rape after the video we made if she changed her mind.

Final facts. I am finishing this on my personal laptop at the office because I needed to add one more thing before I posted. I got home early from work today and heard voices in our bedroom. I crept up the stairs to find Suzan on her back with Jordan on her and in her. He was pumping her slow and loving. Suzan said, 'I love your cock Jordan, I think I love you.' Jordan replied, 'I love you too, white bitch. This pussy is fine.'

I snuck away unseen, and I think unheard. I was planning on calling Jordon for a rematch. What do I do now?