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The Sweet Wife by Charles Arnold

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 The large black man sat on the small couch.  Maureen gasped.  He was even bigger than Brian had said.  She estimated he was at least six feet five and weighed three hundred pounds. She noticed his hair was graying at the temples. The children’s toys were gathered in the corner, the blinds drawn.  An empty beer bottle was on the coffee table.  Unsmiling, he gestured toward the toys.  “You got kids?”

She swallowed holding back the tears,  “Yes, they’re staying with their grandmother tonight.”

“Why they doin that?”

She glanced at Brian hoping he would answer but he said nothing.  “Because….because it wouldn’t have been….wouldn’t have been…” she couldn’t finish.

He nodded,  “Wouldn’t a been right for them to be yellin for mommy while mommy was busy spreadin her legs for a black man.  Ain’t that what you was gonna say?”

Her face had turned scarlet.  She glanced toward the door but it was closed and her husband was  next to it.  Turning back but lowering her eyes she said,  “No, well maybe…something like that.”

“You wana be fucked, don’t you?  Ain’t that why your husband paid me.”

She spun around to face her husband,  “You bastard,” she said.  “You even paid him!”  He couldn’t look at her.  She turned back to the black man.  “We can’t afford to take the kids to Disneyland and he actually paid you to…to…”

“Yeah,” he cut her off.  “But now I got a look at you, I’d a fucked you for free.  You got a great little body and you got fuckin class.  Only thing is you’re real small for a man like me.”  He paused to stare at her.  “Yeah, real small, but I think you’re gonna be good…after I break you in, you’re gonna be real good.” 

She felt the color rise to her cheeks.   I…I...don’t think…” she began.

“You ain’t supposed to think.”  He patted the couch,  “You ain’t ever gonna get fucked standin over there.  Suppose you sit here, and ask real nice to see what I got for you.”

She stepped back,  “I don’t want to.  I don’t want this to go any further.  This isn’t what I…”

He leaned forward clenching his fists.  His face was set, his eyes bored into her,  “Nobody gives a shit what you want.  Now, get your ass over here before I start bustin stuff!”

She glanced back at Brian who averted his eyes. Hesitating, she crossed to sit beside him. As she sat, her short skirt rode up her bare thighs.  She bowed her head and tugged it down.

“Well?” he questioned. “What was you gonna ask me?”

She half turned away from him,  “Nothing.  I wasn’t going to ask you anything.  I don’t want…”

He grabbed her wrist and squeezed hard.  She knew he could, with a twist, break it.  “Would you…would you show me…show me what you’ve brought?”  Her voice was little more than a whisper.

“Your husband, he told me you got a thing about wantin some black cock.  That right?”

“No,” she said quickly.  “All this was his idea. I don’t know why I agreed.”  She looked directly at him,  “He got me drunk and kept talking and talking.  I didn’t want this…I didn’t. I don’t want it now.”

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment. “Yeah, right.  That’s why you got yourself all prettied up. That’s why there ain’t nothing under your blouse cept bare titties and nothing under your skirt but a bare pussy.  I’m thinking you done them things cause you got a need for what I brung you.”

Again she felt her face grow scarlet. She wanted to protest, fearing her silence would cause him to believe he was right.  Before she could speak, he leaned toward her.  “If I take it out, take my prick out, you’re gonna kiss it, right? I mean kiss the tip of it soft and sweet like you’d fuckin kiss a baby.  Kiss it like you fuckin love it.  Ain’t that what you’re gonna do? Tell me.”

It was clear he wasn’t asking her to respond.  He was ordering her to. She looked over at Brian who nodded.  There didn’t seem to be a thing she could do.  Brian had been right about the man being able to break them in half.  “I…I… don’t…” She glanced at his stern face and saw he was becoming angry, “I…I’m not sure…maybe.”

“In a little while there ain’t gonna be no fuckin maybe.” He grabbed her wrist again, pulling her off the couch to her knees.  “You think a white woman who’s lookin to get herself a black lover should be sittin beside him or should she be on her knees in front of him?”

His large, powerful hand tightened on her wrist.  She was afraid he might strike her. “On her knees,” she gasped.  She knelt before him keeping her head lowered.

“Yeah, that’s the way it ought to be. Married white bitch down on her knees to the black man. Ain’t I right?”  She didn’t answer or raise her head. “Look up at me and answer when I ask a question.”

He was the blackest black man she’d ever seen.  His eyes were hard and unblinking, his full lips unsmiling. She was terrified of him, but there was something else.  Maybe it was his absolute self-assurance, his instinctive knowledge of her, his power.  “Yes, this is how it should be,” she said. 

“Go on.”

“The…the married white woman should be on her knees before the black man.”

“And after you learn some rules, you’re gonna suck my dick…take as much of it as you can…suck it for a long time. Say it.”

His eyes held her almost hypnotically.  She had to bow her head.  She felt a wetness between her legs.  “I…I’ll take it in my mouth …I’ll do it.  I mean suck your…your… cock for as long as you want me to.”  She heard the words she had spoken but couldn’t believe she had spoken them. 

“And lick my balls. Take them in your mouth.  You gonna suck my dick and lick my balls?”

She clenched her tiny fists and stared at the floor wanting to get up and order him out of her house.

“Your name, Maureen?”

“Yes,” she said, her head still bowed.

“OK, Maureen, I’m telling you that you’re gonna lick my balls, cause you ain’t gonna get fucked unless you do me good first.  And you wanna be fucked.  Ain’t that right?” 

It was several moments before she answered.  Finally, without raising her head she said softly,  “Yes, I’ll lick your balls.  I’ll hold them in my mouth.  I’ll do what you say.”  Speaking the words made her feel the tingling in her stomach again and the downward rush of heat.

“Yeah,” he touched her cheek, “you got a sweet mouth.  You got yourself all made up and decked out and smellin good.  You done that for me?”

“Yes, I did.”

“That’s how it ought to be.  Married white woman spending the house money, spending the kids Disneyland money on clothes and shoes and perfume; makin herself pretty for the black man.   Makin herself hot looking for her black lover.  That’s what you done, ain’t it?  That’s what you done for me?”

She felt her cheeks burning with shame, “Yes, that’s what I did.  I…I…wanted to look pretty for you.”

“And you spent money you don’t have, money you could have used for the kids so that you could come walkin through that door over there looking hot for your black lover.  Ain’t I right?”

She thought about the money they’d spent.  She remembered Sara needed new sneakers and Billy had outgrown most of his clothes.  She felt the tears well up.  “We…we did that.  We spent money we need for other things so I…so I would look…look good…look pretty for you.”

“And your fuckin wimp husband, he don’t say nothing?”

She glanced at Brian,  “It was really his…” she didn’t finish.

“And now the pretty white woman is on her knees in front of her black lover cause that’s where she ought to be, down on her knees.  Ain’t I right?”

She looked up at him, then lowered her eyes, “Yes,” she said, “on her knees.”

“You gonna beg me to fuck you.  To fuck your cunt?  You want it, don’t you? You’re startin to think about it, think about my thick black cock fillin you up, stretching your white cunt?”

She nodded even though she told herself not to.  “Yes, that’s what I want.”  She paused, then raised her head to look into his impassive face. 

“And your ass?”

Her eyes widened. She looked away. “I…I didn’t agree…I mean I’ve never done that…I don’t…”

He reached down and pulled her up and against him.  She felt her stiff nipples press hard against his work shirt.  His arms were huge and powerful.  He smelled of perspiration. Holding her wrists, he placed her hands behind his thick neck. She felt her breathing coming faster and a sudden rush of heat spread from her cheeks to her crotch.  She felt helpless and vulnerable, but also aroused in a way she’d never experienced before.

His dark face loomed above hers.  “Tongue kiss,” he said.  She parted her lips and pressed them against his open mouth.  She darted her tongue into his mouth tasting him. His broad, thick tongue entered her mouth and she sucked it.  His full lips were wet with saliva.  She licked them and again pressed her parted lips against his and slid her tongue into his hot, mouth, all the while moaning.  She forgot about her husband, her children.  There was only this…this huge black man and the liquid fusing of their mouths, and the anticipation of him pushing his monstrous cock into her…into each of her openings.  And finally, there was the terrifying thought that she was spiraling down to a place from which she would not return.

She drew back for a moment to look at him, her eyes wide with fear and wonder.  She touched his face. “Tonight, it’s possible I might do the things you want.  I think you know that.” She leaned forward to kiss him again, but he pushed her back, “You gonna be my woman ain’t you?”

“Yes, tonight I’ll be your woman.”

“Good.”  She leaned toward him once more but he held her back.  “How about we go to your bedroom and you start by licking my asshole?” 

She stiffed and looked away.  “No, my God, I...I... couldn’t.” She stepped back, “You must be crazy to imagine that I’d do that.” 

He pulled her toward him and looked into her eyes,  “You do it good…you lick my asshole good, little white bitch, then I’ll fuck your cunt and cum inside you.  You want that, want this black man’s seed fillin up your cunt?” 

“Yes….yes I want you to cum in me.  But to…to…lick you there…I can’t…I just can’t.”

He placed a finger on her lower lip.  She clamped her lips tight.  He rubbed his finger along her lip. She closed her eyes and tried to make herself pull back.  Instead, she  parted her lips slightly. He slid his finger into her mouth.  “That’s right,” he said, “you learnin quick.  After I cum you gonna suck me up again so I can fuck your virgin ass.  You gonna ask me to fuck your ass?”  He withdrew his finger.

She kissed him softly and whispered into his mouth,  “I don’t know…I don’t know.”

“The bedroom upstairs?  I’ll show you what I brung in your bedroom.”

There had never been any talk of taking him to their bedroom, of lying with him in their bed.  Whatever  was going to take place was supposed to happen here, in the den.  To desecrate their bed with this kind of disgusting perversion was unthinkable “Yes,” she said, “it’s upstairs.

When he stood, she stepped back staring in awe.  He was even taller and heavier than she’d estimated.  The top of her head reached only to the middle of his distended belly.  His neck was thicker than her waist.  The idea of this huge black monster taking her in the way that he intended...in the way that she’d agreed to, terrified her.  Why?  Why had she allowed Brian to talk her into this?

As she passed her husband, she looked hard at him, her eyes tearing once more, hoping he would somehow stop them.  Brian turned away and waited to follow behind the black man.  At the bedroom door the two men paused.  The black man turned to face Brian.  “My name is Travis Henry, but you and your wife call me Mr. Henry.  You got that, wimp?”

Brian nodded, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good.  Now you can stand here in the doorway till I tell you to shut the door.”