I've been sitting here crying for the last few hours.  I know a man isn't supposed to cry but I just can't help myself.  You see I love my wife very much.  I love her with every fiber of my being and that is why I can't understand why I make her do what I do.

 

  I met Melissa my junior year in college.  She was just a freshman and we met at a fraternity mixer.  I saw her the moment she came through the door.  She had an innocence and a vulnerability that made we want to hug her and protect her.  She is only 5' 3" and about 110 pounds soaking wet, with beautiful natural blond hair.  I thought, from her sad demeanor, that she must have just broken up with someone or something but I soon learned that she she was just very shy, and still is. 

 

  I introduced myself right away and went out of my way to do anything and everything for her.  She smiled and seemed very grateful for the attention and the protection and we soon began dating. I knew that I could have probably done whatever I wanted sexually with her before we got married but I cared too much to do that.  Once, however, after an exciting football game which our team won in the final seconds,when we had both had too much too drink, I let my baser urges get the best of me and pushed her head gently down towards my lap while we were necking in my car.  I thought she would put up a fight and say no, but, to my surprise, she just let me push her head down into my lap where she slowly, almost reluctantly,  unzipped my pants and took my penis into her mouth.  It was amazing.  She was no expert, but she seemed comfortable with having my penis in her mouth.  She moved her head slowly up and down on my dick while lovingly caressing the head and stalk with her tongue.  I will never forget how wonderful it felt that first time to have my cock nestled in the warmth of Melissas mouth.  Between the wet friction of her mouth and the gentle strocking of her hand it was only a matter of minutes before I was arching my back in delight. 

  I was amazed when she held her head still to accept my ejaculation in her mouth.  After waiting for me to finish my come, she slowly pulled me out of her mouth and nuzzled at the head of my penis for a moment or two to collect the remaining drops before she removed her head and swallowed my load as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.  Afterwards, with her head resting in my lap, she gently massaged my half deflated cock.  I wanted to ask her if she had ever done something like this before but I didn't because I wanted to respect her privacy.  I knew in my heart that she didn't mind sucking me off  because we cared for each other and she just wanted me to feel good.  I couldn't wait to get married and be with her all the time.

  I always wondered why Melissa seemed to have such low self esteem.  She did not do well in school and dropped out right after we got married the next year.  I am sure she wanted to be a mother and that was fine with me.  I got a good job and was making plenty of money, but after several years of trying she never got pregnant.  We both saw specialists.  My sperm count was very satisfactory and the doctors could find nothing wrong with Melissa, so it remained a mystery why we she couldn't conceive.  After that her self esteem seemed to hit an all time low.  She worked part time as a hair stylist but she had little enthusiasm for anything and always thought everyone else was better than her.  I tried for years to encourage her and get her to stand up for herself but it didn't seem to do much good.  Eventually I just quit trying.  More and more I became focused on my work and my career. 

 

  Our sex life, wonderful at first, became more and more unsatisfying.  It's hard to keep a positive attitude towards someone with such a low self image.  It's contagious.  Though I fought against it I found myself acting out her low opinion of herself.  As the sex became more and more stale I became more and more demanding in my frustration.  Having her suck me off became a regular thing.  I came in her mouth so many times I lost count, and as these sexual demands became more and more the norm she seemed resigned to letting me use her as I wished.  I know it hurt her to be treated in such a matter of fact way.  One night, while we were driving down the highway on our way back from visiting an old friend of ours, I  reached over and caressed her hair a little.  When she looked at me and smiled I began gently pulling  her head down into my lap.  I could tell she was surprised but she acquiesed and soon my dick was deep in her mouth.  As if it wasn't enough that she was sucking me off as we drove down the highway, I was soon holding her head down and humping her face.  It was as though I was mad at her and had decided to treat her the way she seemed to feel she deserved.  By the lights of the passing cars I could see her beautiful blong hair pooled in my lap and I watched as my dick fucked her mouth.  She seemed frightened by my aggression but that only seemed to make my dick harder.  Soon I was so aroused that I just didn't give a damn.  It was a miracle that I didn't loose control of the Cadillac when I finally shoved my dick all the way into her mouth and injected my sperm into her throat.  She gagged and choked on my cum and for a moment I was afraid that she would vomit all over inside our new car.  But after the last of my spurts she quickly removed her face and covered her mouth to prevent herself from puking.  I wasn't sure what I felt as I saw her sit far over to her side and look out the window with tears rolling down her cheeks.  I loved her and hated her at the same time.  I wanted to apologize and do it again all at the same time.  It had been a truly cathartic experience for me and one of,  if not the most, intense orgasms of my life.  So I just reached down and put my now flaccid dick back inside my shorts, zipped up, and kept driving.  After a long awkward silence I guess Melissa decided to forgive me because she suddenly leaned over and hugged my arm.  "I love you honey," she said quietly.  "I love you too Melissa," I replied sincerely and hugged her to me. 

 

  That was a turning point in our relationship.  From that night on I became more and more demanding sexually.  Several weeks later, after a nice dinner at a luxurious restaurant, I stopped at an adult movie house on our way home.  Melissa looked surprised but didn't say anything as I helped her from the car and led her inside.  The clerk stared open mouthed when he saw the beautifuly dressed woman on my arm as I bought tickets for the movie and led her inside. 

  As we watched the graphic scenes of a girl getting gang banged by a bunch of black guys on the screen I could sense the fear in Melissa.  She sat rigidly and tried not to look around but each time there was any slight noise near us she seemed to almost jump out of her seat.  I thought she was going to shit herself when a big black man built like a professional linebacker made his way down the aisle to sit next to her.  I immediately got so hard I thought I would come in my pants.  As she leaned a little towards me to avoid shoulder contact with the black man she was startled when I took her hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants.  I had to firmly hold her hand there for a while before she allowed me to let go and put my arm around her shoulder.  She gratefully leaned a little farther towards me.  As she did I pushed my hand down her shoulder and into her dress where I cupped her naked breast and started playing with her nipple.  She quickly reached up and tried to pull my arm down and away from her breast  but I wouldn't let her.  After a few moments fo struggle she just put her hand over her tit to try to minimize her exposure to the stranger next to us.  I looked over and saw the black man looking at us.  We made eye contact and nodded respectfully towards each other. 

  The game was definitly afoot at that point.  I watched out of the corner of my eye as he reached down and opened his zipper.  I couldn't see it in the dark but I could tell he pulled something out of his pants and was slowly rubbing it with one hand while staring unashamedly at the beauty of my wife.  My wife, glancing over, saw what was happening and almost jumped out of her seat.  "Please Honey, don't do this" she said. 

"Don't you love me?"  I asked, surprised at the venom in my voice. 

  She started to cry then.  "You know I do baby.  But please.  Not this."  But I was too turned on by now.  I answered her by pulling my hand out of her cup and reaching behind her to start unzipping her dress.   I had anticipated that she would try to stop me so I gripped her hand firmly with my other hand as she tried to move her arm to stop me.    She tried to hide herself by snuggling closer to me as I lowered her zipper to the middle of her back and then reached around and lowered the front of her dress.  By the flickering light of the movie I could see the white flesh of her naked breasts against my side. She didn't need to look to know that the masturbating stranger next to her was staring at her exposed tits.  With my right hand I squeezed her tits and teased her nipples.  With my left hand I started to unzip my pants.   Since Melissa was already half way into my seat trying to get away from the stranger next to her my erection was only inches from her face when it popped out of my pants.  She had no where to go.  My dick was on one side of her and a strangers dick was on the other.  She just stared at my cock as I let go of her tits and pulled her shoulder back towards her seatback so that the man next to her could get a better look at her ripeness.  "Please honey, please" she pleaded.  But I couldn't be stopped.  I just ignored her and looked over at the black man.  He looked up from Melissa's tits and saw me look at him.  I nodded and looked down at my wifes tit.  He understood.  While jacking himself slowly with his right hand he reached over and put his left hand on my wifes breast.

  Melissa started struggling.  I held her firmly.  She started to sob.  "Oh my God.  No.  Oh my God.  No."  The black stranger lovingly squeezed and caressed my wife's exposed tits with great appreciation.  He looked down at them as you would a work of art.  In the dim light I could see the redness of her nipples made erect by the roughness of his big caloused hand rubbing over them.

  "You got a beautiful wife, man."  The black man suddenly said.

 

  "Thanks, I think so." I relied cheerfully.

 

  "Does she give head?" he asked. 

   I was taken aback at his boldness.  Obviously he wasn't going let a golden opportunity like this pass him by.  And though I hadn't intended to let things go this far the thought of what he was suggesting almost made me come in my pants.  Suddenly I had to have it.  I wanted to see my pretty wife suck nigger dick.  I wanted to see her mouth full of black cock. 

 

  Melissa was crying now.  "Please honey.  No. Please honey."

 

  "Now don't be rude baby," I cajoled, "this nice man is paying you a compliment.  I think its the least you can do to show him your appreciation.  Besides its not like this is going to be the first time you have ever sucked dick."  Melissa buried her head in her hands.  "This can't be happening" she sobbed as I reached down and started to push her towards the stranger.  Her heavy breasts came into full view as she sat up straight.  And then the black man put his hand on her neck and pulled her pretty blonde head farther over towards the top of his large black pole.  The realization struck me at that moment that I had just handed my wife over to a total stranger. 

  Very reluctantly Melissa allowed herself to be pulled down to the stranger's lap.  He scooched down in his seat to allow her more access to his cock.  I watched in awe as my wife's tear moistened cheek moved towards his manhood.  I saw her open her mouth, and then it happened.  I'll never forget the sight of that black dick sliding into her mouth.  It was incredible.  I watched as her lips stretched wide to encompass the girth of his cockhead.  He was well endowed to say the least, and when the cockhead was finally inside her swollen mouth her cheeks puffed out wide.  I stroked my steel hard dick as I watched him try unsucessfully to push even more of his enormous dick into her mouth.  But it was just too big.  Her mouth was full and there was no way she could deep throat something that big.  So he just started to rock his hips gently while holding her head still and popping the head of his dick in and out between her distended lips.  A stranger was fucking my wifes' face.

  As I listened to the blaring sound of the porno flick in the background I could just make out the sound of my wife gagging and grunting as she fought to keep from having her face impaled on this black monster.  She had both hands on his leg and was pushing back as he held her head in place with both hands and bucked his hips up and down fucking himself in and out of her mouth.  "Oh, fuck yeah, whore.  Suck my big nigger dick you white trash bitch," I heard the black man say over the sound of the movie as he fucked her face and watched her naked tits swaying lewdly before him.  I knew, even if he didn't, that not only was he fucking my wife's mouth he was also fucking her inner most self.  He might as well have been pushing his dick in and out of my wife's soul the way he was degrading her.  To this day I have never understood how it can excite me so much to watch someone I love be abused like that. 

  Pretty soon the sight of it became too much for me.  I shot my load into the air.  I tried to point it away from me but it got everywhere.  It got on the back of the seat in front of me.  And it got on my hands and pants and all over the floor.  I was so aroused that I wished that I could just keep coming and coming and coming to do justice to the incredibly erotic sight of watching my wife being taken by a stranger against her will.  I sat panting with my cock barely even deflating and watched as the lewd scene beside me continued unabated for at least five more minutes.  It was taking so long, that, after a while, I began to worry that someone would see and tell the management or something.  But then I realized where we were and decided that this wasn't the kind of place where people minded this sort of thing.  It was for sure that this wasn't the polite society in which Melissa and I usually spent out time.  This was definitely not our bridge club or the people we were friends with at the local country club.  I wondered what they would think if they could see my lovely Melissa being face fucked this way; by a stranger, in a seedy run down porno theater, on the outskirts of town. 

  Now that I had shot my wad and begun to calm down I was beginning to feel bad.  Very bad.  I was like a drunk waking up in a ditch after a night of bingeing and wondering where I was and how in the hell did I get here.  Suddenly I felt sorry for my beautiful wife.  What was I doing?  She was crying and a stranger was using her mouth to jack off with. Then, just as this realization began to sink in, and I was beginning to think about intervening and stopping this debauchery of my wife, the stranger had his orgasm.  It scared me as I heard my wife gagging over the sound of the movie while he pushed her face down on his cock further than before and shot his load in her throat.  I could see Melissa's arms pushing back desperately, with all of her might, trying to avoid being suffocated by this man's brutal assault on her face.  And then it was over.  He released his grip, and, with a gasp, my wife rose up and away from the seering reality of what she was experiencing.  As she turned back towards me she was coughing and sperm was flying from her mouth.  I could see large puddles of it mixing with her tears as it ran over her lips and down her chin.  With each cough more strings of semen shot forth from her mouth.  She was breathing heavily and trying to get her wind back as she flopped back agains the seat and pulled her dress up to cover her nakedness. 

  After a few awkward moments I saw the man put his shank back in his pants and zip up.  "Thanks bro," the man said standing up to go.  "That was pretty decent.  You got a right fuckable wife there."  He reached into a pocket and pulled out a business card and handed it to me.   " If you ever want to have some more fun, give me a ring.  I make house calls."

   My cowering wife stared in shock as I reached over to take the card.  "Thanks man" I said.  "Maybe I will."  She watched in total disbelief as I tucked the card into the pocket of my suit jacket.  Then she just broke down crying and sobbing and tried to sink so low into the seat that I'm sure she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.  I leaned over and pulled her towards me and zipped up the back of her dress.  Surprisingly, she gratefully reached both arms around me and hugged me so hard I could hardly breathe.  "Oh baby," she said.  "I'm so sorry.  I'm so sorry."

  "For what?"  I asked incredulously.

  "For not being able to satisfy you sexually.  For making you have to do things like this.  I'm sorry," she continued crying.  "I'll try to do better.  I promise." 

  I couldn't believe it.  Her self esteem was so low that even after I had forced her to do something like this she blamed herself.  In fact, she was so remorse, that, when I asked her to suck me off in the car on the drive home, she do so without reservation.  She sucked me with such enthusiasm and love that when I came in her mouth it was almost as intense as it was the first time in the theater.  We even fucked after we got home and she had orgasms over and over again.  It was sick and demented.  It made no sense.  She hated being degraded and yet afterwards she would fuck like a rabbit.  Like a possessed rabbit.  It was all a mystery to me.  But how could I ever stop doing what I was doing?  Where was my motivation?  I loved watching my wife being used.  I couldn't wait to find new ways to degrade her.  I thought about the card in my suit pocket and wondered what it would be like to have that guy come over some day and take his time with her. 

 

 

      

  Our sex life definitely picked up after that night at the adult theater.  It was amazing.  Melissa seemed to be ready to do anything I wanted whenever, and, wherever, I wished.  It was like I had tapped in to some hidden reservoir of passion that had lain dormant in her all of these years.  Could it be that she had just been too shy to act out these fantasies of hers?  Had she been too busy being a "good girl" to even consider the existence of such depravity.  Had she ever known such fantasies?  Or was she just taking a ride on my own personal train of perversity.  I found that, more and more,  I began to look forward to doing things to her.  It was like she was becoming my own personal whore. 

 

  One night I was feeling bored and decided to just get out.  I suggested to Melissa that maybe, just to kill time, we could go to the grocery store to pick up some stuff we were running low on.  As we were getting ready to go an idea came to me.  I looked at Melissa and said, "you're not wearing that out are you?"  She looked at her ordinary clothes, a sweater and jeans, and asked me what was wrong with them.  I kissed her and said "why don't you go get that sheer red blouse you wore to that dinner party last month." She looked confused but just shrugged and went to put it on.  I'm sure she thought it odd to be overdressing for the grocery store like that but she figured if it would please me why not.  She returned a couple of minutes later with the sheer blouse and matching undergarments that were part of the outfit.  The contrast of the jeans and the silky red blouse was fantastic.  She looked stunning.  The blouse wasn't completely transparent but you could certainly make out the matching bra underneath. 

  "Nice," I said appreciatively.  "But what do you need the undergarments for?" 

  "Because you can see through the blouse, silly."

  "I like seeing through your blouse."

 

  "Well that's just fine for you but what about...." she stopped when she saw the look on my face.  She had put two and two together and figured out that they added up to two; her two tits that she needed to show.  "Honey," she said exasperated.  "I...well... I just....umm.."  She was actually blushing. 

  "And lose the panties too.  I want to feel you up while we drive over there."  She just stood there, stunned, looking around the room like she was trying to figure out where I had left my sanity.  I reached out, put my hand on her shoulder, and shoved her towards the bedroom.  She stumbled and almost fell.  She looked at me in shock.  I had never hit her or physically abused her in any way.  Until then.

  "I'll be waiting in the car," I said as I turned and walked out the door. 

 

  I sat out in the car listening to the hum of the big engine as it warmed up.  My dick had gotten hard at the mere thought of what we were doing but I didn't care.  I wasn't sure what was coming over me any more.  And I am sure she didn't either.  But the fear I saw in her eyes excited me.  I wanted to fuck her.  In more ways than one. 

  Minutes later I saw the front door open and my pretty young wife emerged.  As she turned to close the front door the lights in the living room shone through her blouse.  I felt light headed at the sight of her full breasts dangling freely.  I could even make out her nipples.  They were stiff.  She walked quickly over to the car bending over slightly so that the neighbors couldn't see anything as she passed by our porch lights.  She reached for the passenger door, but it wouldn't open.  I had activated the locks.  I could see her struggling with the door and I could faintly hear her calling out to me.  In desperation she finally started to slap her hand against the window.  The  plinking of her wedding band hitting on the glass was one of the most erotic things I had ever heard.  I smiled and, eventually, reached down to push the unlock button.  She quickly rushed into her seat and slammed the door behind her.  

  "Unzip your jeans," I said, getting quickly to the point. 

  She looked at me in shock.  "Honey, please.  The neighbors."

  "Do it bitch." 

  "I am not a bitch," she said, tears forming in her eyes. 

  "No, you're not, you fucking cunt.  Now unzip," I demanded.  She looked away in fear and pain.  After a few moments of considering her options, which were very limited, with moistened eyes she suddenly reached down into her lap and angrily unzipped her pants. 

  "There, is that what you want, asshole?" she spit at me, "There's my pussy.  Can you see it?  Are you happy now?" 

  "Not really.  Unsnap your pants and pull them down until I tell you to stop."

  Once again she eventually complied, still angry, but with a little less self righteousness. A tear slid down her cheek as her pants came down.  God, but her pretty white butt looked good as she raised it up to slip her pants out from under her.  I waited until they were almost to her knees. 

  "Stop.  That's enough. Now open your legs bitch."  She looked away out the window in resignation and covered her mouth with her hand to hide her emotions.  But she gradually, reluctantly, opened her legs exposing her hairy pussy to my sight.  They couldn't open far because of the restriction of her jeans around her knees but it was just enough to be vulgar.  It was like she was inviting the whole world to take a look at her pussy.  Like she was saying, "I'm a tramp.  Here it is.  Here's my pussy; my womanhood.  What do you think of it?  Have a look."

  "Slide over here next to me."  I said.  To my surprise she quickly complied and grasped my arm.  I guess she was thinking  perhaps that I was being romantic and wanted her to sit near me.  But I just wanted to stick my fingers in her pussy and play with her while I drove.  Which is what I did.  I stuck my fingers quickly into her snatch and started to rub her.  She gasped in surprise and sat up sharply, but she didn't move away from me.  I noticed her clit was already hard and her slit was wet. 

 

  "Unbutton your blouse," I said, as I smeared her juices around her slippery opening.  She was already starting to pant gently, and, as I backed out of the driveway with one hand shoved up her pussy, I noticed that her fingers were trembling as she unbuttoned herself and opened her blouse to expose her naked tits to me in the car.  I headed for the outskirts of town again.  I wanted our ride together to be a nice long one. 

  She was definitely getting off on the attention.  I knew my wife well enough to know when she was aroused.  I could feel, hear, and smell all of the signals that told me when she was approaching orgasm.  So as the long slow minutes passed and she would eventually grip my arm harder and begin to stiffen I would remove my hand and let her suffer.  After a good twenty minustes of this she had slid down in the seat with her legs spread lewdly, and her pants around her ankles.  She was beyond caring when we passed through a lighted area, or when other cars drove next to us or near us.  I didn't think that anyone could actually see in.  If they had, all they would have probably been able to see was her naked breasts with erect nipples pointing towards the sky.  Had there been someone standing on a street corner when we stopped they might have been able to see her widely splayed legs with my hand working in and out of her hairy bush.  But, alas, there were no walkers out.  Only the occassional joggers, too intent on their own business to notice much of anything else.  They didn't know what they were missing. 

  Eventually she was so into it that my nearly naked wife was sitting slumped on the seat next to me, tightly gripping my wrist with both hands and humping herself against my hand.  It was an extraordinary sight for me.  I no longer even needed to move my hand.  I just let her fuck herself with my fingers.  My beautiful wife had surrendered herself completely to her need for sex and was responding in a very powerful way to the abuse and humiliations I was heaping on her.  But, to her total dismay, I would not let her come.  I withheld the one thing in the world that she most wanted at that moment.  She was desperate to orgasm.  She wasn't strong enough to hold my wrist against her sopping cunt when I decided it was time to move it away and so her arousal just kept going up and down, and up and down, and up and down.  Always getting close but never arriving. 

  When I saw a K-Mart up ahead that was closing I knew that I had arrived even if she hadn't.  I pulled in and parked in the darkness of one of the far corners of the parking lot.  It was almost empty except for the cars of a few straggling customers and the few employees that hadn't gone home yet.  Lights were gradually being turned off as the store prepared to close, and, since empty lots surrounded the store,  most of the parking area was enveloped in darkness. 

  Melissa was just alert enough to notice what was going on.  She obviously thought that I had stopped so we could have sex in the back seat of the car, and I think the idea turned her on.  "Oh baby.  Yes.  Do me here.  Do me.  Let's get in the back seat and do it baby. Oh yes. Fuck me honey.  Fuck me now.  I need it bad."

  I had no doubt that she needed it bad.  But what she didn't know was that, at the moment, I needed it even worse.  I hadn't been this turned on in my life and I wasn't about to throw away a golden opportunity like this.  Heaven (or Hell) knew when  I would get another chance like this.  I could die tomorrow.  She could die tomorrow.  We could both die tomorrow.  I didn't know.  I just knew that I was going to do what I wanted tonight and I didn't give a damn what she wanted. 

  "Get out," I said opening my door. 

  "What," she said, as she felt me moving away from her.  "Where are you going baby.  Do me.  Fuck me.  I need it.  Don't go away."

  "Get out" I repeated as I closed my door on the sight of my lasciviously naked wife in the front seat of our big beautiful car.  I immediately moved around to the passenger side and opened the door.  Melissa was coming down off of her high now and looked scared again.  She looked at me like I was some sort of deranged stranger and she grabbed at her blouse to try and close it and hide her nakedness. 

  "Get out bitch," I almost yelled as I reached in and grabbed her by the arm and started to pull her out.  "I'm going to buttfuck you.  I'm going to fuck your ass, right now, and right here in this parking lot."  Melissa screamed as I pulled her head first out of the door. 

  She looked exquisite as her divinely pale and naked body tumbled out onto the ground.  Her ass had always been the one thing that she would not give to me.  I had poked around with my finger, but whenever I had placed my dick against her anus as though to fuck her there she had always started whining piteously and telling me that there was no way I would fit.  And I agreed with her.  Whenever I was doing her doggy style I would look down in awe at the sight of her perfect anus.  It was a tiny brown star of untouchable beauty but I knew that my larger than average cock would never fit.  It was a shame.  It was the forbidden fruit that I dared not have. 

  Until tonight. 

  I guess that somewhere in my subconscious I had made the taboo connection.  Whenever she is abused she gets totally turned on and will let me do unthinkable things she normally wouldn't dream of doing.  And one of those unthinkable things  was going to be anal sex.  So, in this case, two plus two equalled one.  As in one totally undefended puckered little opening that was going to feel the invasion of my big hard dick.  I was going to buttfuck my wife.  It had finally come down to this.  The pretty little girl that I had seen that night long ago at the fraternity mixer, the one that had looked so shy and innocent, the one I had wanted to hold and to protect,  was now my wife.  And I, the one who had sworn in his heart and before others to protect her , was now about to buttfuck her in a public parking lot.  Who was going to police the police?  Who could protect her from her protector? 

  That would teach the little bitch to say no to me.  This is what happens to little girls who whine.  They get sodomized in front of strangers.  I was going to fuck her shithole.  In public. 

  I pulled Melissa off the concrete and to her knees.  Her blouse was completely open and her naked breasts dangled below her.  Her pants were dangling from one foot as I spread her legs and got on my knees behind her.  Somewhere, my rational mind tried to warn me of the dangers of what I was doing, but its' voice was drowned out by the roar of blood coursing through my rock hard cock.  I ignored the scrapping of gravel on my knees as I put my leaking dick to her unprotected behind.  I placed the head against her little brown star and I shoved.  She screamed and tried to move away but I held her fast with both hands on her waist and pushed again.  It was like trying to push a size twelve foot into a size six shoe.  It was so tight I couldn't believe it.  The moisture from my seeping dick was just enough to pave the way but it was still so tight that it actually hurt.  It felt like someone was squeezing my dick in a vise.  At that point I had to decide whether to pull out and stop the pain on my dick or drive forward and stretch the opening enough to do what I had come there to do.  I humped forward. 

  I shouldn't have been surprised when I heard a concerned  voice behind me.  "Are you okay lady?" It was the sound of a teenage boy.  He was gathering up the remaining shopping carts from the parking lot when he heard my wifes screams. 

  "P..please h..hel..." Melissa began.  I thrust into her to shut her up.   It worked.  She screamed again and I leaned over and spoke into her ear.  "Tell him we're married bitch.  Tell her it's consensual.  Tell him," I said as I kept  humping against her butt, "or we can finish this later somewhere else.  Only I am going to be really pissed off then.  Get it bitch," I said as I pushed farther against her butthole. 

  "Ow..oww.  Oh God.  I..it's o..o...kay.  We're mar...mar....married" my wife managed to stammer out.  "Unnggh.  Unnggh.  Unnggh." she grunted as I kept pushing. 

 

  "Well, if you're sure lady.  I can call 911 and get the cops here if you want"

  "Unngghh.  Unnggh.  N...n...n...no.  Please.  It's o...o...o..kay.  Unngghh.  Unnggh.   Unnggh."   I was pushing and thrusting without remorse though I still hadn't broken through yet.  I didn't give a damn about the kid at that moment.  All I wanted was my wife's butt. 

  "Jesus," he said as he moved away with his string of carts.  "Do the words 'get a room' mean anything to you two.  Some people.  God damn."  

  It was then, as Melissa's last hope was walking away, in that dark corner of the deserted parking lot, that I gripped her hips with all my strength and gave one big long slow push and felt  the head of my cock pass through her sphincter and into her bowels.  Melissa's head jerked back and her mouth flew open in a silent scream.  She couldn't even get enough breath to make any noise.

  I was in.   I had conquered my wife's ass.  The feeling was magnificent.  Beyond the sphincter I could actually feel the heat of her bowel wrapped around my dick head.  I was in heaven.  The sound of my wife's grunting only spurred me on as I started to saw my cock back and forth up my wife's butt.  I didn't pull it all the way out on the backstroke becasue the sphincter was still to tight to allow the swollen head of my cock to pass easily.  But I quickly realized that each time I tried to do it Melissa would react with a painful yelp.  And I loved listening to her yelp so I would periodically pull out as far as I could just to enjoy the sound of her discomfort.  Gradually her grunting began to subside and she resigned herself to accepting my dick in her butt.  I looked down at what had to be the most beautiful sight ever; the sight of my dick going between her split ass cheeks and up her butt.  Her head was lolling around almost passively with each thrust and I could see her ass cheeks ripple with each bump. 

  "Oh my God," she finally managed to say coherently.  "Oh my God.  It hurts baby.  It hurts."

  "Fuck you," I said, being the considerate loving husband and provider that I was.  "Fuck you in the ass bitch." I continued like that for what seemed like an eternity, an eternity in heaven.  I stared up at the heavens above and thanked my lucky stars that I had such a hot wife with such a beautiful ass.  I wondered how I had ever waited this long to fuck her there.  I thought of all the days and weeks and months and years that we had been together in one house.  Just me and her and her beautiful ass and I couldn't believe that I hadn't buttfucked her before.  I felt like a fool.  All of my male friends would laugh at me if they knew.  Hell, I was married to it, I might as well fuck it.  But warmth and friction and the whole erotic idea of buttfucking my wife was too good to last.  After about ten minutes of thrusting and squeezing and staring and admiring the sight of her geourgeous ass I was ready to inseminate it.   And with one last deep thrust that drove the entire lenght of my dick up her ass I started to cum.  I was so turned on and so heated up that I must have had a pint of sperm all trying to be the first to enter into her shit darkened paradise. But, to my painful amazement, they couldn't get out.  Her sphincter was so tight around my cock that nothing could travel up my urethra.  It was completely restricted by the tightness of her butt.  My sperm had no where to go.  Suddenly , in fear that my semen would be forced back up into my prostate, or that my dick might burst or something, I had no choice but to yank my dick from her butt.

 

  When I did, Melissa gave out one last painfull cry that mingled with the popping sound of my dick breaking suction with her anus.  I reached down and grabbed my cock and  watched as my sperm spewed forth.  I urgently stroked myself as a long line of white cum sprayed out into the air, over her upturned butt, over her back,  and landed squarely in her blond hair, like milky soldiers vigorously assaulting their assigned target in a misguided attempt to achieve their objective.  Then it kept coming out and landed on all the places in between.  It went on her back.  And it went all over her pretty little butt.  I stared down in rapture at the sight.  Almost crosseyed with pleasure, I watched as the great puddles of my pussy fertilizer slid slowly downward on her back and also down and off her butt, where it flopped in futility upon the cold dark concrete of the parking lot. 

  My wife collapsed onto the ground sobbing and trying to clutch her blouse shut to block out the reality of what had just happened.    I slouched back on my heels, sweat dripping from my face, trying to comprehend what I had just done.  I hadn't planned to do this.  At least not consciously.  It was just that ever since I had begun to realize that my wife had a submissive streak, (either that or she loved me so much she just couldn't say no), I had become unable to stop myself from using her as you would use any other object; to accomplish your objective, in this case ejaculation, and then to put it back on the shelf for later. 

  Slowly I managed to stand up and looked around for my forgotten car.  The passenger door had been left open and I wondered how many passing motorists and store customers had been able to watch me butt fuck my naked wife in the K-Mart parking lot by the glow from the dome light inside my car.  I had to help my wife to her feet and I helped her get back in the front seat.  Then I quickly got back behind the wheel.  Melissa cried all the way home. 

  But once we got inside and I got us to bed she let me spoon against her as we fell asleep in total exhaustion.   I started to get another boner, but decided to take pity on her and not fuck her butt twice in one night.  However, I was sure that I was going to be traveling her hershey highway again before long.  Now that I knew the road was open I was looking forward to many such trips in the future.  I cupped her naked tit and fondled her pouty nipple as I slipped off into an incredibly sound sleep.

  "I know your dirty little secret," the voice said on the phone.

  "Who the hell is this?" I asked, trying to stay calm so none of the other stock brokers in the office could hear my voice. 

  "It's me bro." 

  Chills ran up and down my spine.  Could it be?  No way.  I hadn't told the man who had fucked my wife's face our name or our address.

  As though reading my mind the man added, "I waited outside in the parking lot and wrote down your license plate number.  I do a lot of work for the DA's office and it was a simple matter to tell them that I needed to know the address of that license for a case I was working on."

  My stomach started churning, but I wasn't about to be blackmailed.  "Look buddy," I said....

"Call me Clayton," he interrupted.

  "Okay, Clayton.  That was a one time thing, man.  I've never done anything like that before and I don't intend to do it again."

  "You can't fool me, Mark." 

 

  I was getting pretty nervous now.  He knew my name.  He knew where I worked and it sounded like he was a powerful man.  I had assumed, since we had been a run down neighborhood, that he was a local; an average Joe.  But, clearly, I had underestimated him. 

  "You can't watch your wife being used like that and not want to do it again.  I saw you cum, man.  I wasn't just watching the back of your wife's pretty head as she took my dick in her mouth that night.  I saw what you did.  You shot so hard I'm surprised some of it didn't get on stage."

  It must have been getting warm in the office because I was starting to sweat. 

  "Look...Clayton.  Okay, I've had fantasies about doing it again, but I'm not sure this is the right time."  As I said this I thought about how  I  was still waiting for Melissa to recover from her anal debauchery in the empty parking lot several nights earlier.  Since that night we had talked about it and she had seen how badly I felt and tried to convince me it was okay.  She had put on a cheerful face and tried to reassure me that sometimes married people needed to experiment a little to try and keep their sex life fresh and exciting.  But I sensed that I had crossed over an invisible line a little, or maybe a lot. And I sensed that she was depressed, as though she was beginning to doubt whether or not I respected her.  I know that she knew I loved her.  I couldn't imagine life without her.  And I hated myself for the things that I did to her.  But I couldn't stop.  It just turned me on too much.

  "Sorry man," Clayton's voice intruded upon my thoughts, "but it's the right time for me.  And that's all that matters."

  "Like hell it is...." I started to protest.

  "I wonder what our little Miss Melissa would think about the fact that you lied to her about the results of your  examination." 

  A darkness gathered around me.  Did he really know?  That was something that no one else was ever to find out about....EVER!  How had he....?

  "Yeah man.  I got infuential friends all over, even in the medical field.  It's amazing how grateful people can be to their lawyer.  Especially when he helps them to avoid multi-million dollar medical malpractice suits."

  I thought I was going to throw up.  "I don't know what you are talking....."

  "Don't fuck with me man.  You are sterile.  Your little boys can't swim for shit.  You couldn't make a baby in your wifes cunt in a million years.  I wonder what she would think if I told her that you have lied to her about it all this time." 

  He knew.

  "Man, you let her think it was all her fault.  No wonder the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with her.  There ain't nothing wrong to find.  The only thing wrong with her, bro, is that she's married to a jerk."

  I could feel the earth falling away from below my feet.  I was free falling into space.  I was in danger of losing the thing that was most precious to me in the whole world; my sweet Melissa.

  "See, you ain't got a leg to stand on, motherfucker.  You didn't have the balls to tell her, pardon the pun, so now you're going to invite me over to your house tonight for dinner.  Or.... I can just make a little phone call or send a quick e-mail to your wife.  Yeah, man, I even know her e-mail address.  I'm one relentless son of a bitch.  And right now I got my sights set on your wife's mouth; those pretty little pouty red lips right below that cute upturned nose and those beautiful big blue innocent eyes of hers.  The marines have landed baby, and they are headed for your wife. See you around 8:00?"

  I was stunned.  I was in shock.  This was happening  way too fast.  I wanted to grab my garbage can and puke into it but I didn't want to alert the others in the work area as to what was going on.

  "I...I...oh God," I stammered, "What have I done?"

"Okay.  Eight it is Mark.  And just so you know, I'm partial to chicken kiev.  And don't worry, I'll bring the wine.  See you then buddy.  Semper Fi."

 

  As I leaned over and wretched into the toilet bowl in the furthest stall in the men's room, his words echoed through my mind and burned their way into my soul;  'semper fi'......always faithful.

    When I called my wife to let her know that I was having a colleague over for dinner she perked right up.  She always enjoyed cooking for and entertaining my friends and business associates.  She was proud of me and supportive of my career.  I felt so low I wanted to crawl under my desk and hide.  And, "yes", she said, she knew how to make chicken kiev.  It was, it turned out, one of her favorites also.  She just hadn't gotten around to making it in a while.

   "And wear something nice, baby," I added, feeling like a snake.

  "Anything I wear looks nice sweety" she teased.  

  I couldn't argue with that.  "See you after work honey," I said, trying to keep myself from crying. 

  "Love you baby," she said before she hung up the phone.  As I slowly closed my cell phone I wondered how in the hell I was going to pull this one off.  Einstein couldn't figure a way out of this. 

  At exactly eight o'clock there was a knock on the door. 

  "Honey, this is Clayton," I said by way of introduction, as the large and powerful form of my wife's past and soon to be future rapist walked through the door.  "You may recognize him from that Christmas party we went to at the Stevens place last year.  You remember, the one where we had a little too much to drink and had to get a ride home from Carl?"  

  I would know in a moment if this was going to work.  My heart was in my throat.  I had prayed, and prayed hard, that this little ruse would work.  I hoped she had not gotten a good look at his face that night in the darkened theater.  After all, it wasn't his face that had been the focus of her attention.  And he had been dressed down in jeans and a pull over shirt.  He hadn't presented then the striking figure that he presented now; dressed in a six hundred dollar suit with a Rolex on his wrist and some expensive looking gold rings on his hands.  As I looked at him for the first time since that night, I had to admit that there was a polished ruggedness to his features and an intelligence in his eyes that gave him a charismatic charm.  And, when he smiled his broad smile and leaned down to shake my wife's hand, his perfectly white teeth sparkled from left to right and back again.  I figured that if I could just get through this initial introduction, I would worry later about her recognizing any of his other "features". 

  "So pleased to see you again, Melissa," he said, taking her delicate little white hand in his powerful grasp. 

  I watched without breathing as Melissa looked at him.  I could see a momentary wariness cross over her face like a dark cloud and I thought I was going to die.  But then, as I could almost see the gears turning in her head, she must have decided that she was just being paranoid and smiled cheerfully back at him.

  "Yes, you do look familiar," she said innocently.  "That was some party that night wasn't it?"

  "Indeed, Melissa," he added smoothly, with a twinkle in his eye, "I just love a good party, don't you?"

  

  The chicken kiev was perfect.  My wife was perfect.  She was wearing a little yellow shiffon dress that really complemented her long blond hair.  I tried to make sure that she had plenty of wine.  I even proposed a couple of toasts for silly reasons to encourage her to drink as much as possible.  She was going to need it.  I was going to need it.  Clayton, on the other hand, drank only modestly.  He clearly didn't want to dull his senses for what was to "come" later.

  After eating, we all retired to the den to relax and watch a movie.   Zero hour was fast approaching for me.  Too fast, like a runaway train.  I manuevered my wife to sit next to me on the long sofa while Clayton sat on the other end.  I kept handing her her wine glass and encouraging her to drink.  Slowly, it was beginning to work.  She was becoming a little tipsy and a little too open about the things she was saying.  I laughed and nodded at everything she said.  I encouraged her continuously so that she would speak up and not be shy.  I wanted her to lose all of her inhibitions.  And I do mean, all, of them.

  About half way through the romantic movie I had rented for the occassion Melissa was clearly feeling no pain.  She gets very randy when she drinks and I was counting heavily on the affects of the wine to help me.  So, after a particularly romantic scene, when I leaned over and kissed her and she responded enthusiastically, I began to think that there was hope after all.  With the lights turned down and the glow of the television floating around the room I could feel my wife beginning to heat up.  I put my arm around her waist and gently moved my hand up and under her breast. 

  She didn't seem to mind as I occassionally pushed gently up against her breast during the movie.  She had almost forgotten about the presence of Clayton who had the remarkable ability to put her perfectly at ease and make himself feel right at home. 

  I poured on more wine.  I knew now that she was going beyond tippsy.  She was getting drunk.  Maybe, I thought, this was going to work.  I was going to share my wife, in our own home, with the man who had fucked her face just a couple of weeks ago in a porn theater. 

  She could see that I was getting hard again.  My zipper was bulging just thinking about the whole erotic situation, and, at one point, she giggled and surreptitiously put her hand on my crotch and rubbed. 

  "Are we getting a little woody, sweety," she whispered in my ear. 

  I leaned over and kissed her and moved my hand up over breast and began to squeeze. 

  "Oh God, baby," she said, "that feels soooo good."  Then, through the alcoholic fog of what remained of her ability to think rationally, her sense of propriety reminded her; "but we have company sweetie. " 

 

  "Let him get his own girl"  I said, as I leaned down and kissed her fervently.  As I was doing that I slipped my hand into the top of her dress and squeezed her tit. 

  "Ohmygod," she breathed into my mouth with a start.  It was like I had hit an electric 'on' switch.  But instead of fighting she just began melting into me.  She put both hands around my neck and kissed me.  We kissed long and deeply and it was almost as though she was trying to fuck my face with her tongue.  She was into it.

  It was happening. 

 

  I wasted no time in working the zipper down on her dress.  She did absolutely nothing to try and stop me. So then I started to massage her breasts with both hands.  She was panting so hard I thought she might come just from the stimulation on her nipples.  I was sure that if I were to put my finger in her pussy at that moment that I would find myself in a seething hot swamp of pink flesh. 

  That was when Clayton reached over and started to play with one of her tits.  She knew what was happening but she just leaned her head back and moaned as the sensations coursed over and through her.  She placed her hand over his and helped him to caress her breast.  She was on fire.  Quickly, Clayton and I began to take off the rest of her clothes while we continued fondling her dangling tits.  At one point Clayton even pulled her face towards him and kissed her deeply.  She hungrily kissed him back. 

  I got up and pulled her dress down her legs and off her feet.  Then I grabbed her skimpy pink panties and pulled them down and off.  The sight of her hairy pubic mound dripping with moisture almost made me come right then and there. Clayton continued kissing her and caressing her tits as I removed my shirt and started taking off my pants.  As I  threw them aside I saw that  Clayton was lowering his zipper.  And, to my total amazement, as he gently pushed my wife's head down towards his now exposed dick, she just let him. 

  And so, without any resistance or hesitation, she rolled over,  got on her knees on the floor, moved between his legs, leaned over, and took the head of his huge cock in her mouth.  My hand went to my now freed cock standing straight out in front of me.  I gently stroked myself as I stared down at the sight of my beautiful wifes georgeous white ass while she knelt before this black man and made love to his dick with her mouth. He didn't have to fuck her face this time.  This time she was doing all the work.  As I knelt behind her and prepared to fuck her, I watched her head bob up and down and up and down, furiously trying to fuck his dick with her mouth. 

  The warmth of her pussy as I penetrated her from behind was not to be believed.  I could feel each inch of my hard cock as it slid into her feminine opening. I could feel her wrapped around me like a divine sheath.  As I slowly began pumping  back and forth, and in and out, savoring the perfect friction, I was torn between watching her pussy lips go in and out as they hungrily gripped my cock and the beauty of the little brown anal star between her two perfect butt cheeks, or watching as she gave head to the man who had forced his way into our house and into our lives.  As I fucked my wife from behind, I just leaned my head back and swooned with pleasure.  I wanted the moment to last forever. 

  I was fucking my wife and Clayton was playing with her tits as he watched Melissa suck his cock.  The evening was perfect.  Her beautiful dress lay discarded in a heap on the living room floor right next to us, along with her frilly lace panties and matching bra.    I continued fucking.  After a while my wife started moaning.  Incredibly, I realized that  Melissa was more turned on than we were.  She was about to come. 

  And she did.  With Claytons huge black member gripped in her hand she started to jerk and shove back against me with all her strength.  She was unable to continue sucking him as her orgasm swept over her so the cock that she held with a death grip in her hand just rubbed back and forth over her cheek, spreading its moisture on her face, as she jerked and spasmed through her come.  The sound of her highpitched  voice gasping in disbelief at the intensity of each wave of the orgasm that swept over her was something I will never forget.  I can almost come just from the sound of it in my memory.  It was the sound of a female being fucked; the mating sound of a woman in heat. 

  I couldn't hold out against the sensations.  We had only been fucking for about five minutes now and I wanted it to last forever.  But it was all way too hot.  The thought of my innocent wife being gang-banged was way over the top.  I tried to fight it as I felt the spear of pleasure begin to push its way towards my dick.  I tried to slow down but it was too late.  I was going to come in my wifes beautiful pussy while she was on her knees sucking a black man's cock.  A man who had blackmailed me into inviting him over for supper just so he could fuck my wife.  It was all just way too much to fight against. 

  I squirted my sperm deep into her cunt.  Her orgasm had spread from her body to mine and sucked the sperm out of the depths of my soul, through my body, up the length of my dick, out of the frantically opening  mouth at the head of my dick, and deep down into her open vagina.  All I could do was grunt in disbelief at the extreme pleasure of this ulitmate fuck of my young wife. 

 

  I collapsed and fell back and felt the sweet sensation of  my cock sliding out of her now very sloppy and wet pussy.  As I lay on my back and tried to regain my composure I could see Clayton smiling down at the sight before him.  Me on my back and my shrinking dick covered with mine and Melissa's fuck juice. And Melissa with her head resting on his leg, still holding tightly to his rock hard tower of black stiffness.  And I watched as a triumphant smile spread across his face. 

  "Beautiful, baby.  That was beautiful," he said, as he started to to get up.  "Why don't you just lie down on the floor here Melissa, and spread your legs,." 

 

  Resigned to her fate, my wife obediently rolled over and spread her legs for him.  

 

  "The first string quaterback is coming into the game now," he said, as he knelt between her open legs and pointed his dick at her opening.  

  

    "And he's about to score the winning touchdown up inside your pussy," he added as he slowly pressed himself into her. 

  As exhausted as I was I couldn't miss this.  I rolled over and watched in wonder at the sight of Clayton's big black cock as it slid ever so slowly and ever so relentlessly up into my wife's open pussy.  The marines had landed and, inevitably, irresistibly, they had achieved their objective.  Their dick was inside my wife. 

 

  Clayton fucked my wife and she didn't fight him.  Quite the contrary, she welcomed him with open arms, and open legs.  She swam in the glorious sensation of his sex exploring inside of her.  Her pussy received his cock with total acceptance and unqualified love.  It was as though her pussy was granted him permission to use her as he saw fit.   It submitted to his masculine aggression and assented to be fucked by him any way he wanted. 

  And Clayton wanted.  Man, did he ever want.  He gazed in wonder at the sight of my wife's magnificent body receiving his hardness and the sight of her beautiful face lolling in rapture.  And he fucked her.  For a good long time, he fucked her.  Over and over, in and out, as though he were intending to spend the rest of his life enjoying the senstation of fucking my wife, he just kept pumping and pumping and pumping.  Black on white/black in white.  He pumped and pumped.  This was what he had been waiting for and he had no intention of rushing.  Each time he started to get to close to orgasm he would just slow down or stop and he would run his hands up and down the sides of her hips in silent admiration of the beauty that nature had created, or he would gently squeeze and caress her breasts with a deliberate tenderness that drove my wife mad.  Then he would resume fucking Melissa.  Occassionally he would vary the rhythm of his thrusting as though he were escorting Melissa into regions of sexual experience that she had never known.  And when he would push himself as deeply as possible into her she would make a kind of grunting noise that was both pleasure and pain. 

 

  They fucked.  Him pumping down, and her with her arms wrapped around his huge powerful shoulders trying to pull him ever farther into her body.  So far into her body, even,  that I thought she was trying to swallow him whole with her pussy.  But Clayton didn't mind.  He took his time and savored every moment of this married white woman's subjugation.  He liked fucking white pussy.  He loved fucking my wife's white pusssy.  He knew this wouldn't be the only time.  He knew he would have her, again, and again, and again, and again and.......  There was something to be said for seeing what you wanted and just going after it, he thought to himself as he fucked my wife.  She was one fine piece of ass. 

  It was incredible.  Not only did my wife enjoy it, but she came on him.  More than once.  She was having multiple orgasms from his dick.  And still he kept going.  I could tell that whenever she orgasmed he had a hard time not ejaculating but somehow he managed to restrain himself.  He would slow down and little and wait for her orgasm to pass.  He would look down lovingly and indulgently as she bucked against him and cried out in her ecstacy and then, like a machine, he would resume his ministrations as though nothing had happened. 

  I thought this was going to go on all night.  I wondered if it was possible for a woman to have so many orgasms that she hurt herself.  Could she go mad?  Would she just collapse?  Then, suddenly,  he stopped and pulled himself from inside of her.  He looked down at her lewdly splayed legs and the dark cavern between her thighs. 

  "Roll over bitch," he said.  "Get on your knees.  I want to fuck you like the white trash that you are."

  Suddenly, through the fog, something seemed to register with my wife.  She opened her eyes in wonder, and though she was  rolling over in obedience to his demand, I could see the light go on in her head. Something about his voice.  What had he called her?  Bitch?  It sounded familiar.  Then it came to her. 

  "You, you're...you're the...uunnggh", her sentence was cut off as Clayton shoved his dick into her from behind.  I saw my wife's back arch upwards from the force of his thrust  like a horse in a rodeo trying to buck off it's unwelcome rider.   Over and over he fucked her.  It was almost inhuman.  She was so small and frail and he was so big and strong.  Her pussy didn't stand a chance.  There was no way she could resist him now.

  "That's right bitch," he said between thrusts.  "I'm the one who fucked your face at the movies.  You are one hot piece of ass baby.  Your husband don't deserve such a fine piece of pussy.  You should move up in the world baby."

  "I...I...I...love my hus....." she tried to speak between the driving force of his lunges into her body.  "I...I...I....Oh G...G...God,  I'm....c....cum.....cumming......Oh dear God, oh dear God."   Her train of thought had been cut off by another, more powerful train; the runaway train of her body's irresistble need to release the volcanic sexual forces that had built up inside her.  It was in her and it had to come out.

   And it did.  She came so hard it scared her.  Her head, though jerking spasmodically around with the rest of her body from the force of his thrusts, went totally rigid as the veins in her neck popped out like steel support girders and she tried desperately to survive the onslaught of the natural upheaval that exploded inside of her.   Again and again her whole body jerked independently of the dick that was fucking her and I knew she was having the most intense orgasm of her life.

   I was afraid it would kill her.  I wanted to help her but there was nothing I could do.   I lay on my side in stunned disbelief at the intensity of everything that was happening.  There was no way, I thought momentarily, that something this intense could ever happen twice in a persons life.  But then I quickly remembered that night in the adult theater when Clayton had fucked Melissa's face and realized that I had thought the same thing then.  Seeing my wife being used by another man was, without a doubt, the greastest sexual thrill I had ever exerienced.  

  And then Clayton came in my wife. 

  He threw his head back and actually roared.  I didn't recognize the sound at first and it wasn't until I was watching a movie on television weeks later that I realized what the sound had been.  It was the "woohaw" sound that the marines make in boot camp.  He must have been a  marine at one time.  My wife's cunt had been invaded by the marines. It was easy to believe by looking at his body.  I sure as well wouldn't want to fight against him in a battlefield.  Hell, I couldn't even compete with him in my own house.  Or even in my own  bed. 

  As he came inside my wife I saw his big arms stiffen and his massive shoulders clinch tight.  I marveled at the chisled look of his sculpted body as he tensed all over and pushed himself forward so far that Melissa hung from his hips like a punctured rag doll with her body flailing helplessly at the end of his manhood.  As he shot forth his semen, I knew what he knew.  He was inseminating my beautiful precious wife.  She never used birth control because we thought we didn't need it and now he was doing what I couldn't.  He was planting his seed deep down in her heaving, throbbing, and desperately grasping pussy  to begin the magical processes of procreation.  He was fucking my wife......in more ways than one. 

  And all I could do was just sit and watch as my sweet Melissa was being used.

                                                         MY SWEET MELISSA,  PART 4     

  When we awoke in bed the next morning Melissa and I were like awkward newlyweds.  Something had changed and we weren't sure how to behave.

 

  Melissa had been a willing participant in our 3way.  She had wanted to be fucked by the black man, and she had enjoyed it...a lot. Now I wasn't sure how to react.

 

  I c ouldn't condemn her.  I had initiated the whole thing.  Plus I still couldn't work up the courage to tell my sweet loving wife that I had lied to her about my fertility, or lack thereof.  And I sure as hell couldn't work up the courage to tell Clayton to back off.  He was too big for me, in more ways than one.

  I was confused and I found my wife's silence about the previous night to be strange.  As she made breakfast and small talk as though nothing had happened, I was getting a little scared. How did she feel about it all?  Was she mad?  Excited?  What? 

  Finally as she set my breakfast before me on the table, she leaned over and kissed my cheek.  "Thank you for last night, Baby." she whispered into my ear.  "I liked it.  As I'm sure you could tell."  Then she sat down and said, "Now hurry up and eat your breakfast sweetheart; Clayton is is going to be here soon for a blowjob." 

   I almost spit out my food.

  "He says it helps him relax and deal with the high pressure life style of being a corporate lawyer."

  I nearly died.  I couldn't speak.  I could barely see my food let alone eat it.  I think my face went pale.  What the Hell was happening?  Who was this person sitting across the table from me?  What the Hell was going on? 

  There was a knock at the door.  I almost jumped out of my skin.  I could only stare as my sweet Melissa calmly got up to answer it. 

  I turned quickly to see her open the door to greet Clayton.

  "Good morning Melissa," he said very matter-of-factly.  Then he bent over and kissed her warmly on the lips. 
She stood on her tippy toes to return the kiss.  "Good morning Sir" she said then with a blush and looked downward at the floor seeming to be frightened.

  Then, without even acknowleging my presence, he closed the door and turned and put his big black powerful hands on her shoulders and started gently pulling Melissa's soft pink chiffon nightie off of her shoulders.  He did it very slowly and sensually.

  Melissa shivered as the gown reached the tips of her beautiful full breasts and momentarily paused on it's downward journey.   But then he tugged a little harder and it slipped past her pointed nipples to fall in a heap on our floor. Melissa made a little gasp as it fell free.  

  

  My cock jumped at the sight of my beautiful blushing wife standing naked in front of a virtual stranger.  I couldn't believe this stranger, this black man, was disrobing my wife...in front of me...in my own home.  But Melissa didn't resist.  She just stared down at her naked breasts.  We all did. 

  After that Clayton made no move at all.  He just stood there looking down at her...towering powerfully over her.  She looked like a frightened lamb and couldn't move.  Soon a tense silence that seemed to last forever filled the room. 

  

  Still I was too stunned, and too hard to react.

  And then, slowly, inevitably, my sweet wife seemed to wilt under the unspoken force of his will as she sank slowly to her knees before him.  As she did so I saw a big tear slide down her cheek and fall on the wooden tile floor of our home. 

  'Why was she doing this?' I wondered desperately.  Did she want to?  I couldn't tell.  Did she feel like she had to?  Why?  To please and placate him?  To please and placate me?  Tears began to form in my eyes as I watched my sweet wife reach up, slowly, silently, with no words spoken, and begin openning Clayton's pants. 

  Clayton didn't have to say anything.  He just watched the sight before him in quiet admiration, like looking at a fine piece of art, as my beautiful blonde sweetheart reached in and pulled out his cock.  Then she leaned forward and took the head in her mouth...

  She gave him a  blowjob.  Right there in our house and on our floor she sucked his dick. 

  It was beautiful; her long blode hair hanging loose, her smooth white skin, her pretty blue eyes, and the dark black dick to give contrast.  But mostly it was the sight of her pretty face; mouth stretched wide to take in his big dick.

 

  It was then that I noticed it...the open cell phone in Clayton's right hand by his side.  He was making a video of my wife sucking his dick!  That was the same cell phone  he had answered very briefly last night before he had set it down on the end table by the couch...open...and facing towards the front of the couch where they had...fucked.

   Had he made a video of the whole thing?  Was he blackmailing her?  A sickening feeling suddenly swept through my stomach as I thought back to the night before.  I seemed to remember that at one point while Clayton was fucking my wife from behind he had leaned over and whispered something in her ear.  I had thought at the time it was just vulgar talk to turn her on, but, was my imagination playing tricks on me, or had she glanced over at the end table just at that moment and then erupted into a huge orgasm?  I couldn't be sure.  It was just one of the many big  orgasms she had had last night.  But had she known about it...and liked it? 

  Clayton finally moved.  After a good eight or ten minutes of being intensely sucked by my pretty wife he put his hand on the back of her head and held her firmly as he drove his cock deep into her mouth and came.

  I could see her throat muscles working feverishly to swallow all the sperm that must have been pooling in the back of her gullet.  And, as she swallowed Clayton's sperm, he took the opportunity to push even further into her open mouth until he was finally shooting directly down her throat. 

  Once again, just like that first night in the adult theater where this had all begun, Melissa was pushing with all her might against his legs to free herself of his hold on her and to get some air in her spasming lungs.

  But she couldn't move until he was done with her.

  He finally let her go and Melissa collapsed to the floor on her hands and knees coughing and sputtering like a cat trying to hack up a fur ball.  Sperm was everywhere; on her mouth, and all over the floor.

  Then Clayton snapped his cell phone shut, zipped up his pants, and turned to go.  "And don't forget sweetheart," he said to her kneeling form before he walked out   "I'll see you tonight at 7:00 at the mall." 

 

  Then he closed the door and was gone.

  I got up and went to my wife.  "Oh, baby.  Oh, baby." I moaned and reached down to her.

  "Oh, Mark" she cried and hugged me as hard as she could with tears streaming down her cheeks.  "I love you so much Mark.  I love you so much.   Please hold me.  Please don't let me go."

  I didn't know what to do.  I picked her up and carried her sobbing little form to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed.  But she wouldn't let me go.  With her arms still around my neck she pulled me onto the bed.

  "Fuck me Mark," she pleaded and began to crawl on top of me.  "Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck me now.  Fuck me like the little whore that I am.  I need it.  I need it bad.  Make me forget Mark.  Make me forget everything except us.  Fuck me Mark.  Fuck the living shit out of me."

  She was like a maniac.  She yanked down my pants and mounted my hard on.  I was so stiff that I couldn't possibly have said no at that moment if my life had depended on it.  She rode me with a desperation that bordered on insanity.  She couldn't get enough.  Deeper and deeper she drove herself down on my cock pushing my hips harder and harder into the matress. 

  "Fuck me Mark.  Make love to me Mark."  she kept panting.  "Fuck your little whore.  Fuck her good."

  And so I did.  I fucked my wife.

  We came together.  Not for the first time ever, but certainly with the most intensity ever.  She came so hard on me that I could feel her pussy clamping around my cock and almost forcing my sperm out of me.  We both screamed.

  Afterwards, as I lay panting, covered in sweat, with Melissa's semi-conscious body hugging me I started to wonder how we had gotten to this point.  What was going on?  Where were we headed?  And, more importantly, and of more immediate concern, what would Clayton demand next?  What was that about meetin him at the mall at 7:00? 

  As these thoughts banged around in my head like angry bats trying to find a way out one thing suddenly became clear...astonished and amazed I sat up a little and looked down at my lap.  My cock was still stiff, it hadn't gone down.  I wanted to fuck my wife again.

  And so I did.

  I rolled her over and got between her legs and fucked her.  It didn't matter that she was out of it like a drunken sorority girl on a Saturday night.  Just the sight of her dazed and flushed pretty face, her beautiful blonde hair fanned out across the pillows, and her big luscious tits bobbing to the rhythm of my pounding hips was enough for me.

  I fucked her.

  I fucked her hard.

  I fucked my wife.

  And, as if that wasn't enough, when I came I pulled out of her, straddled her shoulders, and then came all over her pretty young face.

  Melissa didn't even try to stop me.  She just lay there and let me shower her with my semen.  And when I was done and I collapsed onto the bed on my side, she didn't even try to wipe it off.  She just wrapped her arms around me from behind and we  both fell asleep.

  When I awoke later, she was still asleep, with her face and beautiful body covered with dried sperm.  Then, to my own amazement, I watched myself get my cell phone and take a half dozen pictures of my lovely sleeping wifes cum covered face and body and sent them to Clayton's cell phone.  "See what you made me do" I texted him. 

  "You haven't seen anything yet, bro." came the quick reply.

  Incredibly, as I showered and got ready to go to work, again, my dick got hard again.  I felt like some kind of a porn stud.  Only the star of my porn show was my wife. 

  I knew I should have felt ashamed or embarassed or something, but, somehow, it didn't really bother me.  'After all', I told myself, 'she's not working or anything so what else is she good for except to be fucked.  It was just what her body was built for.  Might as well share her with other men.  Don't want to be selfish.'

  It was hard for Mark to drive to work that morning.  Hard because that's what his cock was...hard, as he wondered what Clayton was going to do to her at the mall that evening.  He just hoped that Clayton would return the favor and send him some pictures of his wife being used.  He also wondered if he could buy copies of the two movies he had made of his wife's debauchery.  He should get a discount price on them.  After all, it was his wife.

  Just then, like extra sensory perception, he recieved a call from Clayton. 

  "Don't go home now or I'll post the videos I've made on the internet." he said criptically and hung up. 

  Mark didn't know what to make of that until a moment later he got a message about receiving some video.  As Mark looked at the video he saw two strong young latino males who looked like gang memebers fucking the shit out of some poor girl with her hands handcuffed behind her. 

 

  She was sitting astride one who was ramming his big cock in and out of her while the other homie stood in front of her and held her head while he fucked the shit out of her face.

  'Poor bitch' Mark thought, as he wondered who had sent him this and why.  But then, as the camera slowly panned around to the front of the girl who was being gang banged, Mark thought he recognized the bed.

  Was it?  Could it be?  And then the live shot did a close up of the girl's face.

  Mark swerved to the curb, almost causing an accident and making several cars honk at him and cuss at him.  But as he reached the shoulder of the road he threw open the door, leaned his head out and puked. 

 

  It was his wife. 

  "Oh my God.  Oh my God."  he cried between heaves.  "My sweet Melissa."

  And as Mark looked once again at the video in his hand he saw a small script scrawl across the bottom of the screen.  "This free video sample presented compliments of the Alpha Club."

  "Melissa," he cried.  "Melissa, Melissa, Melissa.  What have I done to my sweet Melissa?"

                                                                                                     The end.

                                                                                                                          A true story by Bart Nelson