Blacked and Betrayed (chapters 1 through 3)

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Blacked and Betrayed

by rat_race

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CHAPTER 1 – My First Cuckold Experience

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“Oh come on. It’ll be fun,” I insisted, sitting there in that dingy neighborhood bar, in the not-so-nice part of town. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Remember?”

“Yeah, but we’re not in Vegas, Carl. We’re here in Austin, Texas. Our home town. Remember?” my 32-year-old wife, Sally, argued back, and then continued on, “And we also just happen to be pillars of our community. Don’t forget that. What if this got out? I mean, what would all our neighbors think if they ever found out what we’re up to right now?”

Sally’s lily-white skin and her long, straight, parted-right-down-the-middle, dark-brown hair perfectly set off her piercing, sky-blue eyes. The kind of eyes with dark black pupils that just seem to stare right through a person. And that was exactly what she was doing to me right now.

“Hey! Don’t put this all off on me,” I said to my wife, “You’re the one who told me that you’ve always fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with a black guy. Remember? You told me that you’d never gotten the chance to live out your fantasy, because you and I met and fell in love while you were still in high school. And so you never got the chance to play the field.”

“Yeah, I did tell you that,” Sally admitted, “And it’s true, as much as I hate to admit it. But I didn’t mean for you to take me out to a bar, and try to find some black guy who’ll agree to have sex with me–and also agree to let you watch us while we’re doin’ it.”

“Hey, that’s part of the deal. And don’t forget. You didn’t just agree to have sex with a black guy either. You promised me that you would make love to him, just like you make love to me. And that means that first, you guys will get naked and then French-kiss, while you’re playing with his dick and his balls, and also letting him finger your pussy at the same time–if he wants to. And I’m pretty sure that he will want to do that.”

“You think?” Sally said, very sarcastically.

“Yeah. And then you’ll suck the black guy’s dick, before letting him eat your pussy–once again, only if he wants to do that. And remember, no ’69-ing’ allowed. You got that?”

Sally replied, just as sarcastically, but this time using a high-pitched, little-girl-sounding voice–and one that I had heard plenty of times in the past–“Yes, sir, Daddy. I’ll be a good little girl, and make sure that me and the nice black man take turns doin’ all that naughty, oral sex stuff.”

“Good. So then, what are you supposed to do next, Little Girl?” I asked. I always played along with my wife, whenever she went into what I liked to call her “little girl mode”.

“I’m supposed to let the nice black man rub his peepee against mine, so that he can tinkle in my peepee,” said Sally, still using that same high-pitched voice, but this time without any detectable sarcasm.

“That’s right, Sweetie.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I’ll make you very happy.”

“Did you shave off that patch of hair above your little peepee, like I asked you to?”

“Of course I did, Daddy. And now my peepee looks just like it used to, back when I was much younger. Not a single hair left on it anywhere. I promise.”

“Excellent! So now, there’ll be nothing to hide my view.”

Sally effortlessly switched back to her normal adult voice, and abruptly ended her “little girl mode” by saying, “Wow, that sounds pretty creepy, Carl.”

“I’ll tell you what sounds ‘creepy’. It’s that little-girl voice of yours.”

“Oh yeah, right! Like it doesn’t turn you on. Give me a break! I know you too well, Carl. Remember?” Sally remarked, talking another sip of her drink. “So are you actually gonna jack off, while you’re watchin’ me and the black guy go at it?”

“You bet I am. What else would a good cuckold do in that situation?”

“Well, that’s good. ‘Cuz I want you to cum your ass off, while you’re watchin’ me get knocked up by a black dude.”

“What the hell are you talkin’ about, Sally? That’s crazy! He can’t get you pregnant. Not while you’re on The Pill.”

Sally just quietly sat there, and gave me a blank stare.

“Sally, don’t look at me like that. You are on The Pill, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am, Silly. I was just fuckin’ with your mind. That’s all. Just like you always fuck with mine.”

“Well, tonight I’m gonna do my best to find you a big black dick to fuck. So are you still game?”

“Oh hell yes! Let’s get this show on the road. But please don’t take this the wrong way, Carl. I need you to stay right here at this table, and let me go find a black guy that’s attractive to me. One that I really wanna fuck. Okay? Deal?”

“Deal. I guess it’s the least I can do, all things considered,” I said.

“It is,” Sally agreed with me, and then added, “Well, here goes nothin’…” before she slammed her empty drink glass down onto the tabletop. And then she slowly and tentatively made her way across the room to the far end of the bar, as she was approaching a young black man who was sitting on a bar stool, right next to his Hispanic friend.

I admired Sally’s spunk–especially once she had a few Manhattans down her throat. She had no intention of waiting for me to try to set her up with a black guy. No sir. She was bound and determined to negotiate that deal, all on her own. In other words, she was hell-bent on picking which black guy she wanted to fuck. And by the way, there were several black men in the bar at the time. So Sally had plenty to choose from.

As Sally began coyly flirting with her “chosen black man” I was struck by just how different he was from the tall, overly-muscular type of black man that I would have chosen to be Sally’s sex partner for the night.

Instead, the much more diminutive black man that Sally had chosen to flirt with at the bar was only about 5′ 9″ tall, and he had a decidedly-preppy look to him.

But at least he was black. In fact, he was very dark-skinned for a black man. And I couldn’t help but watch Sally like a hawk–while my dick was naturally beginning to stiffen inside my pants–as I was thinking about what was getting ready to happen that night.

And when Sally finally began kissing the young black man on the lips, right in front of me, everything instantly became very real for me.

My wife of nearly 14 years was getting ready to live out her long-standing fantasy of actually fucking a black guy for the first time ever. And she had agreed to do it all right in front of me, with me just a few feet away, and watching this arguably-taboo sex act, as it was taking place.

I knew that I was just a few moments away from driving all of us to the nearby La Quinta second floor hotel room that my wife and I had booked two days earlier, just for this express purpose. And I knew that I was going to get to watch my naked wife as she was happily letting another man fuck her now-baby-bare pussy, and inseminate her vagina.

And this was not just any other man, either. This was a black man who would be fucking my white wife. And I knew that he would be inseminating the same vagina and womb that both of our children had emerged from, many years earlier.

And I can’t lie to you. I was also hoping that the black guy would end up having a gigantic dick too (for Sally’s sake, of course). One that would hopefully dwarf my 6 1/2-inch long erect penis, which was nearly at full-attention by the time that Sally came back over to our table, with the black stranger in-tow. At that moment, I was just glad that the small cocktail table was effectively hiding my crotch from view.

“Carl, this is Henry. He has agreed to our little deal,” Sally proudly announced.

“Did you explain to him how things are supposed to go down?” I asked Sally.

“Yes. And he’s perfectly okay with everything. Even the part about you watchin’ us in action.”

“Is that true, Henry?” I said, turning my attention towards the black stranger.

“Yes sir,” Henry quickly replied, “I can’t wait to have sex with your wife. She’s so beautiful!”

“I think so too,” I agreed with him. And then Henry, Sally and I chatted for a little while, sitting around that small cocktail table. And it was a good thing too, because I really needed to buy some time so that I could lose my erection before I got up out of my chair.

During our chat, I learned that Henry was here as an exchange student from Ethiopia, and that he was an archeology major at a local university. And I quickly discovered that he was damned smart, and spoke very eloquently too. He even had a British-sounding accent to his voice.

“So why don’t we get out of here, and start havin’ some real fun?” I suggested. “I’ll drive. You two just sit in the back seat, and enjoy yourselves–at least, ’til we get to the hotel room, that is.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with all this?” Henry asked me.

“Of course I am,” I said, “It was pretty much all my idea. Basically, I’m just tryin’ to make my wife happy. She’s always fantasized about fucking a black guy.”

“Damn it, Carl! You didn’t have to tell him that,” my wife chided me strongly.

Then Sally turned back towards Henry and said, “And Carl here is about to become a cuckold tonight, for the first time ever. And he has always fantasized about watchin’ a black guy fuck his wife.”

Sally finally turned back towards me and said, “So there! Now we’re even.”

And with that, we took off for the hotel, while Henry and Sally openly petted in the back seat of the car, as I was watching them in the rear-view mirror.

While they were both French-kissing, Henry was running his hand up and down Sally’s stocking-covered legs and thighs. And of course, Sally wasn’t wasting any time either. I noticed that she had her right hand up under Henry’s shirt, and was actively feeling out and massaging his chest.

And by the time that we all arrived at the La Quinta hotel parking lot, Henry’s groping hand had worked its way up under the front part of Sally’s dress. And at that point, even though I couldn’t actually see Henry’s hand anymore, it was easy for me to tell that he was busy fondling Sally’s pussy, up under her dress. And as Sally continued French-kissing Henry passionately, she had her thighs spread apart, and was intentionally giving him full access to her pudendum.

Of course, my dick quickly became fully-erect inside my pants while I was watching my wife and Henry in the rear-view mirror as I was driving. But unlike my earlier spontaneous erection under the cocktail table at the bar, this erection was a totally appropriate one, considering the situation. And so I wouldn’t have been ashamed to actually let my wife or Henry see the bulge at the front of my pants. But ironically, that didn’t really matter, because not only was my crotch hidden from their view by the front seat of the car, but they weren’t paying any attention to me anyway.

I almost felt guilty when I finally parked the car in the hotel parking lot, and the two “love birds” in the back seat had to take a break from their romantic embraces, so that Sally could go check in at the front desk and get the room keys, while Henry and I–and our respective crotch-bulges–patiently waited outside in the car for her return, before we all made the long trek together up the noisy, metal, outdoor staircase to our second floor hotel room, where the “sex games” could finally continue.

After the three of us entered the room, I turned around to secure the hotel room door with the dead bolt. And by the time I turned back around again, Sally had already managed to quickly pull her dress up over her head, and then take off her thigh-length, black fishnet stockings.

Sally was now standing there, dressed only in her sexy-looking black-lace bra, and her white, cotton, little-girl-style panties (a.k.a. full-coverage women’s briefs), that didn’t compliment her bra at all. So her very plain-looking, white panties looked completely out-of-place.

But then Sally didn’t care. Because those were the only types of panties that she really liked to wear, and she had been wearing that same type of panties ever since she was a small girl. Besides, Sally later discovered that she was prone to yeast infections. And so, in her case, shiny sexy-looking panties made out of non-porous materials, like nylon and satin, were a definite no-no. And so were pantyhose.

But, believe it or not, what struck me strangest about seeing my wife wearing only a bra and panties, wasn’t the fact that the look of her panties didn’t compliment her bra at all. Instead, it was the fact that Sally was even wearing a bra to begin with, because that was one article of clothing that–due to the small size of her breasts–she really had no need of. And so she seldom wore a bra.

And I knew that the only reason why Sally had chosen to wear that black-lace bra (with those heavily-padded cups) that night at the bar was to make her breasts look much larger than they actually were. I also knew that Henry was just moments away from most likely being disappointed when Sally’s bra was finally removed, and he discovered just how small her breasts really were.

Meanwhile, Henry had already pulled his shirt up over his head too, so that he was now bare-chested. And he had also unbuttoned and unzipped his blue jeans, so that his underwear was now visible through the “V”-shaped opening at the front of his pants.

I was the only one who still had all my clothes on. And I intended to keep it that way, at least for a little while longer.

Suddenly there was a knock at the hotel room door, and a voice outside said, “Hey, Henry, it’s me. Let me in, man.”

“Who the hell is that?” I asked Henry.

“It’s Rico. He’s the guy I was with at the bar. I asked him to follow us over here. I hope you don’t mind.”

“What the hell is going on here, Sally?” I demanded.

“You didn’t tell him what’s really going on?” Henry cryptically said to Sally.

“No, I didn’t tell him yet,” Sally quickly replied to Henry.

“Tell me what?” I chimed in.

Sally looked back at me, saying, “Please don’t get mad at me, Carl. Okay? I was just tryin’ to please you. That’s all.”

“What’re you talkin’ about? Please me?”

“Yeah, please you. You see, I accidentally saw all those naughty pictures on your computer the other day. You know? The ones showin’ all those guys’ dicks?”

“Oh. So you saw those, huh?”

“Yeah, I did. I mean, I wasn’t actually lookin’ for ’em, or anything like that. But I accidentally clicked on the folder that you had ’em in, and they all popped up. God, there must’ve been hundreds of ’em! And I noticed that most of the dicks in those close-up photos were black guys’ dicks. And lot of ’em even had sperm comin’ out of ’em. I also found a bunch of pictures showin’ guys havin’ sex with each other. You know? Butt-fuckin’, and dick-suckin’, and stuff like that? And a lot of those pictures showed black guys havin’ sex with white guys. Well, I put 2 and 2 together, and figured out that you’re actually a closet bisexual. And not just any old run-of-the-mill closet bisexual, either. You’re an interracial closet bisexual.”

I just stood there for a moment, in total shock, and then finally confessed to Sally, “Okay, okay. You got me, Officer. Guilty as charged. So does this mean our relationship is over with, and that you’re gonna be leaving me?”

“Oh hell no! You’re stuck with me through the rest of eternity, Buster! You made that promise to me, back when you married me, and I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure that you keep it. Even if I have to lock you up in a cage somewhere, and use you as my sex-slave. I’m gonna make sure that you and I are together until the day I die. My findin’ out that you’re a closet bisexual doesn’t change anything, as far as I’m concerned. It just makes our sex lives a lot more interesting. That’s all. Just as long as you’re not gay. You’re not gay, are you, Carl?”

“Fuck no! I’m definitely bisexual. I love having sex with you way too much to ever go gay,” I honestly admitted. “You wouldn’t actually lock me up in a cage, would you?”

“Is someone gonna let me in, or not, esé?” said the same raspy male voice from outside the hotel room door. This time, I noticed that this voice had a very thick Hispanic accent to it.

Sally quickly twisted her head around to talk to the man on the other side of the hotel room door, “Sure, Sweetie, I’ll be there in a minute. Just let me get somethin’ worked-out with my husband first.”

“I really don’t know what to say, Sally,” I told her, as apologetically as I could. “I can’t help it. Black guys’ dicks really turn me on at lot. I don’t really want them to. But they just do.”

“Yeah. I know, Sweetie. I’ve got my own skeletons in the closet, too. Believe me.

“I also know that you’ve fantasized for a long time about becomin’ a cuckold, and watchin’ me have sex with another man. Well, the last time you and I talked about that, I finally admitted to you that I too had always fantasized about havin’ sex with another man, right in front of my husband. And that’s what brought us here to this hotel room tonight.

“Well, now may not be the best time for me to say this, but I lied to you when I told you that I wanted that other man to be a black man. But I did that for you, Carl. Not for me. The real truth is I’m not into black guys at all. In fact, I find the idea of havin’ sex with a black guy to be pretty disgusting.”

“But at the bar,” I argued, “you’re the one who invited Henry over to our hotel room.”

“Yes, I did. But Henry’s not here to have sex with me. Henry’s gay, Carl. The only reason he agreed to come to our hotel room tonight is because he wants to have sex with you. By the way, he thinks you’re pretty hot, for an older white man.”

“But on the way over here, when you guys were kissing and making out in the back of the car, what was that all about?”

“Henry and I were simply ‘putting on a show’ for you, Carl. That’s all. I’m sorry for deceivin’ you like that, but it was the only way I could think of to get you to live out your fantasy about havin’ sex with a black guy.”

“That wasn’t our agreement, God damn it!” I yelled back at Sally. “So then you had no intention of ever fucking Henry?”

“No. But I did promise you that I’d fuck a guy in front of you tonight, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. That’s why I secretly invited Henry’s friend to follow us over to our hotel room tonight. And he’s the only one I wanna fuck tonight, Carl. So if you don’t mind, I’m gonna quit bein’ rude, and open the door for him.”

Sally headed straight for the door, opening it to let the Hispanic stranger into the room, before immediately embracing him and giving him a very long, passionate French-kiss with lots of “tongue action”.

“What the fuck is goin’ on here, God damn it! Sally, what the fuck are you doing? You don’t even know this guy!”

“No, Carl. You’re completely wrong about that. Henry’s the guy I just met tonight for the very first time, while we were at the bar. He’s a close friend of Rico’s.”

“So then you secretly invited Rico to meet you at the bar tonight, and to bring along his gay, black friend with him?” I asked, still trying to assess this whole “unforeseen development” in my current situation.

“Yes, Carl. You hit the nail right on the head, as you always like to say. It’s Rico and I who have a ‘history’ together. He’s my ex from high school. He was my very first boyfriend. And I invited him over tonight to have sex with me. And just like I promised, I’m gonna let you watch him fuck my brains out, right in front of you.”

Sally turned to Rico and asked, “You do wanna fuck my brains out tonight, right, Sweetie?”

“Shit yeah, Baby! It’s been way too long,” Rico piped out enthusiastically. “Quiero tu panocha,” he added, telling Sally in Spanish that he wanted her pussy.

“What the fuck is he talking about? What does he mean by ‘it’s been way too long’? Did you fuck him back in high school?” I asked Sally.

“No, not really. He’s the one who fucked me that one night. Actually, what he really did was date-rape the crap out of me, and take my virginity in the back seat of his Camaro, while I was beggin’ him to stop the whole time. But he only got to do it one time–because not only did he piss me off royally, but he also ended up gettin’ me pregnant that night. That happened just a couple of months before I met you.”

“Oh, my God!” was all I could say, as the realization hit me like a rock.

“That’s right. I was already pregnant when I started dating you, Carl. And Jordan is not really your daughter. She’s Rico’s.”

At this point, I was once again in total shock, despite the fact that Sally had finally confirmed something that I had long suspected.

You see, our daughter, Jordan, had turned out looking quite different from her brother, Jake–to the point where the two of them really didn’t look like brother and sister at all. Jordan, who had recently made that drastic leap from tween to teen, had brown eyes and much darker skin than Jake. And most-notably, Jordan was lacking that characteristic, thin-bridged, European-style “ski nose” that the rest of her immediate family members–including myself–all possessed.

On the other hand, Jacob, who was named after Sally’s father and was two years younger than Jordan, had the same type of piercing sky-blue eyes that Sally had. And Jacob–or Jake, as we always called him–had definitely turned out to be the spitting image of his mother, albeit a male adolescent version of her.

While I was still in shock over this latest piece of “unexpected news” from Sally, I just stood there with my mouth wide-open, as I watched Rico reach down between my wife’s legs, and start feeling out her panty-covered pussy. And at that moment, I was thankful that her plain white panties had a wide, full-coverage crotch panel.

The worst part was that Sally responded by spreading her legs apart, as well as tilting her pelvis back, to give Rico easier access to her panty-covered pussy mound.

Meanwhile, poor Henry was still standing across the room, at the foot of the hotel bed, quietly watching all this craziness that was taking place right in front of him.

“Jesus, Sally! If this guy date-raped you against your will, why did you invite him over here to fuck you tonight?” I asked her.

“Because I’ve forgiven him since then. That’s why. And besides, no matter how I may feel about Rico as a person,” Sally replied, and then took a moment to reach over and deliberately place the palm of her hand against the front of Rico’s crotch, and she began slowly rubbing her hand up and down his bulge, before adding, “His sexy Mexican dick and his sperm will always be the very first dick and sperm that I ever had up inside of my pussy. The bottom line is that I want Rico to get me pregnant again, if he can. But this time, I wanna enjoy the whole experience.”

Sally had just said all this to me, as if she were discussing the weather with me, or some other mundane subject. It only served to piss me off even more that she was being so nonchalant about everything.

“What the fuck are you talking about, woman?” I prodded her. “You’re on The Pill. There’s no way Rico can get you pregnant tonight–even if he wanted to.”

“Yeah, about that…” Sally said, slowly shaking her head and biting her lower lip for just a moment before admitting, “I stopped taking The Pill about three months ago, Carl.”

“You what? So then I’ve been fucking you for the last three months, without you being on any form of birth control?” I asked, totally flabbergasted by what my wife has just confessed to me.

“Yep,” Sally calmly replied, as if it were no big deal, and then said to me, “Pretty cool, huh?”

“No, it’s not cool to mislead me about something as important as that,” I complained, even though I knew that it was way too late for my complaint to do any good. “So then what you’re telling me is that you’re still not using any birth control right now?” I asked Sally, just to verify everything I had heard so far.

“Of course not, Silly. Why would I be using birth control, if I’m tryin’ to get pregnant with Rico’s baby?” Sally asked, with a very puzzled look on her face. “In fact, I took my basal readings yesterday morning, and I’m positive that I just ovulated. And so I should be nice and fertile right now.

“Does that turn you on, Rico?” Sally asked Rico, in an overly-sexy tone-of-voice.

“Oh hell yes, Chiquita! Muestrame tu panocha ahorita, Puta!” Rico replied, ordering Sally in Spanish to show him her pussy right now, and then calling her a whore at the very end of his sentence.

While Sally continued standing there, with her legs apart and her pelvis tilted back, Rico pulled the crotch of her panties over to one side, and held it there with his left hand, so that he could begin feeling out her baby-bare pussy mound with the fingers of his right hand. And it didn’t take long before Rico stuck his middle finger up into Sally’s vagina, and began finger-fucking her.

That brought out an instant response from Sally, “Rico, what are you doing? You don’t have to be in such a hurry, Sweetie. We’ve got all night.”

I felt backed into a corner. I was looking for any way out of this mess. I sure as hell didn’t want to watch my wife’s ex-boyfriend from high school having sex with her, right in front of me, and possibly getting her pregnant–for the second time.

And that part really freaked me out! It was just too much to process, in too short of a period of time. Not only had I just found out that the person who I had assumed all these years was my daughter, really wasn’t. But I had also just been told that my wife wasn’t a virgin when we first met, like she had led me on to believe all these years; and that I wasn’t the one who took her virginity. Rico was.

Not only that, but I was furious that Sally, that conniving little cunt of a wife, was in total control of everything right now. So I figured it was high time for me to buck it up and act like a man, and take back control of this entire runaway situation.

I quickly decided to use the most “lethal” and effective weapon that I had at my disposal: money. Money was something that I had plenty of, thanks to Blakeley Securities, the successful investment securities firm that I worked for.

Mind you, even though the salary and commissions that I made as a stock broker were more than adequate to provide one with an upper middle class lifestyle, that’s not how I became wealthy. Instead, I had managed to amass a small fortune over the last decade by following my own investment advice, when it came to picking the right stocks, and knowing when to buy them, but more-importantly when to sell them.

Of course, my wife knew that we were fairly well-off financially as a family. But she had no idea just how wealthy we actually were. And I made sure to keep it that way too, because I didn’t want Sally squandering away our fortune on over-priced clothing, and designer shoes and purses, and other lavish stuff like that. In hindsight, that decision to keep my wife in the dark when it came to our true financial wealth turned out being a penny-wise and pound-foolish decision on my part. And it ended up costing me dearly. But we’ll get to that part of the story eventually.

For now, what you need to realize is that I knew exactly how to use money to get what I wanted, because I had been doing just that for many years.

“Rico, I’ll give you $200 cash right now,” I said, reaching in my back pocket to pull out my wallet and open it up, “if you take your hand out of my wife’s pussy, and another $200 on top of that, if you leave this hotel room right now, and don’t come back. Deal?”

Rico thought about my ‘offer’ for a while, obviously taking his sweet time, as he continued to finger-fuck Sally’s vagina.

“Make it $600, and you’ve got a deal, Boss,” Rico finally said.

“Okay, there ya go,” I said, as I was pulling the bills out of my wallet, and counting it out into the open palm of Rico’s hand. The same hand that had just been finger-fucking my wife’s bare pussy.

“Now, take your $600 and get the fuck out of here!” I barked at him. “My horny bitch of a wife needs to fuck a black guy, just like she promised me she would.”

Rico opened the hotel room door, and dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“What’s the matter, Darling?” I asked Sally, as I was locking the dead bolt on the hotel room door again. “Cat got your tongue? Or are you afraid of having a black guy’s baby, instead of that little Hispanic baby you were wantin’?”

“God damn it, Carl! I wanted Rico to fuck me. Not Henry. I just got done tellin’ you how I really feel about havin’ sex with a black guy. I find the whole idea of it disgusting. Besides, Henry’s gay. I already told you that too.”

“Yeah, well, I’m callin’ the shots now. So shut up and cooperate, you fucking cunt-whore! Take your bra off,” I told Sally. And she just stood there, giving me a blank stare.

“Now!” I barked out loudly at Sally. “I want Henry here to see what your little titties really look like.”

Sally unclasped the tiny hooks at the back of her bra, and dropped it down onto the floor near her feet. The padding in the bra’s cups was so thick that the bra still maintained its shape perfectly while lying on the floor.

While I was looking down at the bra on the floor, I shook my head slowly and said, “Sally, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for trying to fool men by wearing a padded bra like that.”

“It’s not like other women don’t do it,” Sally said defensively.

“Yeah, but that still doesn’t make it right. Now take your panties off!” I ordered, and Sally pulled her panties down and stepped out of the legs holes, leaving her crumpled-up panties on the floor, right next to her padded bra.

“Okay. Now get up on that fucking bed, get on your back, and spread your God damn legs apart, just like the little whore of a wife that you are!”

“Like this, Daddy?” Sally asked, seamlessly switching to her soft, high-pitched, little-girl-voice, as she was doing exactly what I had just ordered her to do.

“Yes, just like that, Sweetie,” I praised her, abruptly changing my response to a more fatherly one. “Now can you ‘put on a show’ for me and Mr. Henry here? And don’t take your hands off your peepee until I tell you to. Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Sally replied, and then placed a hand on each side of her pussy crack and pulled it wide open to plainly display the tiny, circular opening that was her urethra, before asking, “Mr. Henry, do you like my peepee?”

At this point I turned towards Henry to address him directly, and he asked me, “What’s wrong with her?” as he was gesturing towards Sally.

“Oh there’s nothing to worry about. She does this shit because she knows it turns me on.”

“It turns me on too, Daddy,” Sally chimed in. “Do you want me to show the nice, black man how I tinkle?”

“Sally, would you please just shut up and play with your clit, like a good little girl?”

“Sure, Daddy. Whatever you want,” Sally replied in her little-girl voice, and then began masturbating herself in front of Henry and me.

“Henry, I know you’re gay, but would $1,000 cash be enough to make you change your mind about not having sex with my wife?” I asked, handing him over the cash, already assuming what his answer would be.

“I’d love to take you up on your offer, Mr. Camden, except for one thing. I think your wife is beautiful and all, but she doesn’t do anything for me in a sexual way. I’m not even hard right now. See?” Henry said, pulling his still-flaccid dick out of the front of his underwear, as proof. “And I’ve been looking right at your wife’s pussy, just like you have. But the difference is you’ve got a hard-on,” he said, gesturing towards the obvious bulge at the front of my lap.

“So then what you’re saying is that you want me to show you my hard-on first, so that you can get sexually excited?”

“Yes, precisely. But I don’t just want you to show it to me. I need you to let me touch it, and hold it, and play with it, and maybe even rub my own dick up against it. That’s the only way I can guarantee you that I’ll get a hard-on, so that I can fuck your wife, like you’re wanting me to.”

“Okay, you’ve got a deal,” I said to Henry.

“Yes, sir,” Henry said, shaking hands with me first, and then putting the $1,000 cash into his own wallet, and taking his pants and underwear all the way off to display his naked body.”

I unbuttoned the top of my pants, and pulled down my zipper, to let my pants fall down to the floor. And then, after stepping out of the leg-holes of the pants, I pulled my underwear all the way down, and took them off, before eventually sitting down in the chair, located at the side of the bed.

Henry followed me across the room and knelt down in front of me, so that he could begin touching and feeling my bare erect dick and my balls.

After a few minutes I asked Henry, “Is this what you needed?”

“Yes, sir,” he replied, standing up just long enough to show me that his penis was indeed well on its way to becoming fully-erect, before he knelt back down in front of me, and continued his skillful manipulations of my penis.

In fact, I couldn’t believe how good it felt to me, while Henry was fondling my penis. Sally had always handled my dick in such an awkward manner. But Henry knew exactly what to do to my penis, and how to handle it in just the right ways, in order to quickly get me really turned-on.

“Would you like to touch my dick?” Henry asked, standing up to place his now-fully-erect penis right in my face.

“Sure. If that’s what you need me to do,” I said hesitantly.

“I do,” Henry admitted to me. “Besides, I can tell that’s what you want to do, too.”

And Henry was absolutely right about that.

I reached across and placed my hands on Henry’s bare, black penis for the first time that night. His erect penis was not one of those gigantic black penises that we’ve all seen in the porn videos and photos. But it was a fairly large penis nevertheless. And especially so, when one considers Henry’s smaller body size. His erect dick was about 8 1/2 inches long, and about twice as big around as mine. Let’s just say I was envious.

And by the way, just for the record, Henry’s balls were quite large too, compared to mine.

I was slowly and methodically hand-pumping Henry’s foreskin up and down his long shaft, when I finally looked back over at Sally.

She was lying on the bed, on her back, with her legs spread far apart, and with one hand firmly planted in her pussy crack, and the other gently squeezing one of her small “AA”-cup size breasts, while she was staring at the large “package” between Henry’s legs.

“Better take a good look right now, Sally, ‘cuz this is the black penis that’s gonna be buried deep inside your womb in a little while, and possibly giving you a brand new mulatto baby to take care off.”

“Damn it, Carl! Henry’s gay. Don’t tease me like that,” Sally begged in her normal voice, completely dropping her little-girl façade.

“Oh, so you don’t think that Henry’s actually gonna fuck you? I’ll bet you $100 that you’re wrong.”

“You’re on,” Sally said.

“Okay.”

And then I did something that I never thought that I would do in a million years. I stuck Henry’s dick-head in my mouth, and started sucking on it, while I was still jacking up and down on his dick-shaft. I also tongued his piss-hole slit, and licked the underside of his shaft from time to time.

I could tell that Henry was getting really excited by my blowjob. And that’s when I abruptly pulled my mouth up off of his dick, and told him in a very quiet and calm voice, “Now I want you to honor our agreement. I want you to get on top of that bed right now, and fuck my God damn slut of a wife. And I want you to ‘do it’ in a missionary position. And when you get ready to cum, I want you to ejaculate deep inside her pussy, right up next to her cervix. Can you do all that for me, Henry?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be more than happy to,” Henry said. “But would it be okay with you if I taste her pussy first? I’ve never had sex with a white woman before. Heck, I’ve never had sex with any woman before.”

“Sure, Henry. Go right ahead and eat her nasty little pussy, if that’s what you really wanna do. But I gotta warn ya, it’s kind of got a fishy smell to it. And it really doesn’t taste that good either. Especially once she’s started cumming hard.”

“Damn it, Carl, why are you doin’ this to me?” Sally spewed out, with maximum vitriol.

“Hey, don’t blame me. You did this to yourself, Bitch!” I yelled right back at her. “You made your own bed. Now lie in it! In fact, I want you to beg Henry to eat your pussy. If fact, why don’t you do it in your little-girl voice?”

“Henry, please don’t do this? You could walk away right now, and no harm has been done,” Sally pleaded with Henry.

“Go ahead, Henry. What are you waitin’ for. I’m tellin’ you, she’s all yours right now,” I egged Henry on.

“Henry, I’m begging you,” Sally pleaded, “please don’t do this to me? I don’t wanna have sex with you right now.”

“Well, Ma’am,” Henry replied, “you sure have a funny way of showing it. From the looks of things, I’d say that you can’t wait to have my tongue in your pussy. Let’s see if I’m right…”

And with that, Henry moved over to the foot of the bed, and maneuvered his upper body over the top of the bed, between Sally’s spread legs. He stuck his head down into Sally’s crotch. And then he began licking, sucking, and tonguing her shaved pussy.

I was still sitting in the chair by the side of the bed, watching Henry go at it, as I continued fondling my penis just enough to keep from losing my erection, but not enough so that I would unintentionally cause myself to reach the “point of no return”, and start orgasming. I was actively trying to time that inevitable event to hopefully happen at the same time as Henry was filling up my wife’s vagina with his sperm. At least, that was my plan.

Meanwhile, Henry just kept lapping away at Sally’s pussy lips and her clitoris, like a thirsty dog at a bowl of water.

And I could tell that Henry was actually making her orgasm. Because every so often, Sally would grab Henry’s head between both hands, and push his face down into her pussy, while she road his head like a bucking bronco, and cried out stuff like, “Oh yeah!…That’s it…Eat me…Oh fuck yeah!…Lick my clit…Ooooh, that’s it, Baby!”

When Henry finally pulled his face up out of Sally’s super-wet pussy crack, he had her pussy-juices all over his nose, mouth and cheeks. And he looked so funny that it almost made me laugh out loud.

But when I looked down between Henry’s legs, and saw that he had lost some of his erection–so that his penis was now only about halfway erect–I started to get really worried.

“Hey, Henry, why don’t you come back over here, and rub that sexy dick of yours against mine for a little while. Just ’til you get your erection back, okay? What do ya say?”

I stood up from the chair, and walked over to where Henry was, at the foot of the bed. And while standing face-to-face, Henry and I began playfully “sword fighting” with our dicks, and jacking ourselves off in front of each other, with the very tips of our two dick-heads pressed together.

Sally was watching us, and fingering herself, as Henry’s dick quickly recovered, and became fully-erect once again.

“Okay. That’s great! You’re all ready to go again,” I told Henry. “So go get her, man. And if you start having any trouble keeping your erection, just close your eyes and fantasize that you’re fucking me in the ass. ‘Cuz in a way, a girl’s pussy really is kind of like a miniature ass. I mean, it’s got two cheeks, and a crack, and a hole, doesn’t it?”

Henry and I laughed at my joke, but Sally didn’t.

I could tell from the serious, no-nonsense look on her face, that she had finally “crossed the line.” I had seen it many times before in our own bedroom. I knew that Sally was feeling so horny and sexually excited, with so many orgasms under her belt, that all she wanted at that moment was a stiff dick in her fuck-hole, and some fresh sperm all over her cervix. And Sally wouldn’t give a shit at this point, if that “dick” and that “sperm” just happened to belong to a black dude, instead of a white guy, or a Hispanic guy.

Henry crawled up on top of the foot of the bed, kneeling between Sally’s spread legs, with her staring at his dark-skinned dick the whole time.

She reached down, grabbed hold of his shaft, and began rubbing the head of his dick up and down along the sopping-wet crack of her own pussy.

Then, after a few moments, she stuck the head of Henry’s dick up into her own vaginal entrance, reached around to grab his butt-cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled Henry’s hips towards hers, to get his dick to slide up deep inside her vagina.

Sally let out a long “ahhhhh” sound, while she was doing that. And I almost spontaneously shot my wad, while I was witnessing my wife actively mounting this black man’s dick, and aggressively pulling it deep inside her own vagina, and then intentionally adjusting her hips underneath Henry’s–while at the same time, tilting her pelvis at just the right angle–so that the head of his penis would finally come to rest right up against her own firm cervix, and then be held there for just a few fleeting moments, before any thrusting began to take place.

I knew exactly what Sally was doing to Henry’s dick, because she had done the same thing to my dick, many times in the past. She even had a special name for it. She called it her “cervical kiss”. But after witnessing Sally performing her unique cervix-repositioning pelvic gyrations (her “cervical kiss”) on another man’s dick, I finally understood why so many married guys out there are into cuckolding.

I was still standing at the foot of the bed, which meant that I had a front row seat to all this. I could plainly see Sally’s and Henry’s coupled-up sex organs in action, while I got back down to the serious business of jacking myself off.

“I thought you didn’t want to fuck a black guy tonight,” I commented to Sally.

“I didn’t. But you made me do it, you son of a bitch! You got me so horny that I can’t stop myself right now, even if I wanted to–which I don’t. But I still think it’s nasty and disgusting. And I feel like such a fucking whore for doin’ it. So I might as well go ahead and act like one.”

“I hate to break the news to you, Sally,” I said to her, ‘but you’ve been acting like one all night.”

“Fuck you, Carl!” Sally spewed out venomously.

“It looks to me like you’re the one getting fucked right now–and in more ways than one,” I announced sarcastically.

“Oh yeah? ‘Well, just remember, I’m doin’ this for you, you fucking cuckold!” Sally shot back.

At this point Henry was slowly thrusting away at Sally’s vagina, easing his large dick all the way up the hilt on each inward thrust, and nearly pulling it out all the way on each outward thrust.

Sally turned to Henry and said, “Go ahead, Henry. Give me your sperm, Honey. Fuck me as hard as you want. I only ask that you do me one little favor. I want you to squirt all of your sperm deep inside my fertile pussy. Can you do that for me, Henry?”

Henry quickly nodded his head, humming out “uh-huh” in the process, as he continued to methodically speed up his vaginal thrusting.

“That’s good,” Sally commented to Henry. “We’re probably gonna make a mulatto baby together right now, you and I. But that’s okay. ‘Cuz it’s all my husband’s fault really. He’s the one that put you and me up to all this.”

Sally turned her attention towards me again and told me, “I hope you’re happy, you bastard! I hope you get your rocks off real good!”

“Oh, I will! Believe me. I hope you’re gettin’ your rocks off real good too–‘cuz I’ll never fuck you again, Sally! In fact, I’ll never even sleep in the same bed with you again, for that matter. Let’s face it. You’re just a dirty whore of a woman. That’s all you really are. You’ve shown me your true colors tonight. And so I’m gonna sit here and jack off like crazy, while I watch you lettin’ yourself get fucked and fertilized by a black man.

“And guess what? Henry’s not gonna fuck you just once tonight. No sir. He’s gonna keep on fucking you over and over again. All night long. ‘Til you just can’t stand it anymore. I’ll make sure of that. Believe me. Even if I have to suck his dick over and over again, to give him another hard-on. You have my word on that. And you know that I’m a man of my word.”

I don’t think that Sally was really listening to me at this point, because Henry was pounding away at her pussy at a furious pace, until he slammed it home, making one last final deep thrust.

I saw his butt-cheek muscles tighten up, and then the area behind his balls began to repeatedly pulsate rhythmically, and I knew that Henry was busy orgasming and squirting his whole wad of sperm deep inside of Sally’s vagina.

When Sally felt Henry’s dick pulsating deep inside her vagina, and unloading its super-dangerous payload right up against the neck of her fertile womb, she began screaming out uncontrollably, “Oh fuck yes! Give me your sperm, you beautiful black stud you. That’s it, Sweetie. Just like that. Oh God! Oh Shit! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhhh!”

While watching Sally get fertilized by Henry, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I started cumming too. My sperm was squirting out all over the place, but I didn’t give a damn. I couldn’t stop staring at Henry’s and Sally’s coupled-up sex organs, as I was anxiously waiting for some of Henry’s just-ejaculated sperm to start seeping out around the base of his dick. And as it turned out, I didn’t have long to wait.

As soon as his orgasm subsided, Henry quickly pulled out of Sally’s pussy, and then stood up by the foot of the bed. I couldn’t help but stare at Henry’s blood-engorged dick. And I was literally entranced by the milk-white sperm that was still slowly oozing out of Henry’s piss-hole slit, and dripping down onto the motel room floor.

“How’d I do? Was that okay?” Henry asked me, seeking my approval.

“Oh heck yes, Henry. And I’m sure Sally thinks so too. Don’t you, Sally?”

Sally didn’t answer me.

Instead, she had her head lying back on the pillows and her eyes closed, as she was busy basking in her orgasmic afterglow. Meanwhile, Henry’s thick, white, freshly-ejaculated sperm was slowly and steadily oozing out of Sally’s now-gaping, totally-relaxed fuck-hole opening; and then dripping down her ass, to land on the bed sheets, between her spread thighs.

“Tell ya what, Henry. Why don’t you go over to Sally and tell her to suck your dick. I’m sure she’ll be happy to do so. And if she doesn’t get you hard again, just come back, and I’ll suck your dick again. Deal?”

“Yes, sir. I heard what you were telling Sally, about you wanting me to fuck her over and over again tonight. All I can say is that I’ll try my best, sir.”

“You’re a healthy young man. You should be able to last at least two or three more times tonight. I want you to take advantage of this unusual situation, Henry. I want you to do whatever you want to my wife. Go ahead and kiss her, or suck her little titties, or stick your finger up her butt-hole, or do whatever else you’ve ever dreamed of doing to a naked white woman. I don’t care. Tell ya what, why don’t you go ahead and fuck her doggie-style this next time? She really likes that.”

“Sure. I would love to fuck your wife doggie-style. But would it be okay with you if I fuck her in the ass, instead of the pussy? ‘Cuz that’s what would really turn me on tonight!”

“Sure. Whatever gets your rocks off, Kid. Hell, you can fuck me in the ass, if that’s what you really wanna do. I suppose I owe you that much, after everything that’s happened tonight.”

“No, sir. I’m the one who owes you,” Henry said, as he knelt down in front of me, grabbed hold of my shaft, and stuck the head of my dick into his mouth, so that he could lick and suck all the leftover sperm off of it.

While Henry was sucking my dick, Sally was staring at me, like I had lost my mind, or something–when all I had really lost was my innocence. And possibly my marriage.

With Henry sucking away at my dick-head, it didn’t take long at all, before I had another hard-on.

And that’s when the strangest thing happened. Sally told me in her high-pitched little-girl-sounding voice, “Daddy, please rub your peepee against mine. Just like you used to. I’ve been such a naughty girl tonight. But can you do that for me, Daddy? Can you tinkle in my peepee one last time? Pretty please? With sugar on top?”

And the next thing I knew, I found myself in a missionary position on top of my wife, humping away at her already-creampied “sloppy seconds” vagina, while she had her head turned to one side, and was happily sucking away on the head of Henry’s dick.

And when Sally sensed that I was just moments away from orgasming and ejaculating my own sperm deep inside her vagina, right up next to her cervix (we had been married for so long that she could automatically sense that kind of thing), she stopped sucking Henry’s dick just long enough to scream out at me in her normal voice, “Get off me, you son of a bitch! Go jack off in your chair, you fucking cuckold! I want Henry’s sperm inside my womb! Not yours!”

“Oh yeah? Well fuck you, Bitch! You’re gettin’ my sperm, whether you want it, or not!” I screamed right back at Sally, just inches away from her face.

And then I slammed my dick into Sally’s fuck-hole as hard as I could, burying it all the way up to the hilt inside her, and I proceeded to orgasm my ass off, squirting my sperm out all over the back pocket of her already-gooey vagina. It had literally been years since I had experienced an orgasm that strong.

As I was coming back down to earth from that incredibly awesome orgasm, I heard Sally whispering in my ear, “Babe, I hope you enjoyed that a lot. ‘Cuz I really did. But there’s one thing I haven’t told you yet. Henry’s gettin’ ready to fuck you in the ass.”

I felt something sliding between my two butt-cheeks to press right up against my asshole, and I instantly knew that that “something” was the head of Henry’s black dick. The same slick head that had a generous coating of Sally’s saliva all over it, thanks to her perfectly-timed blowjob.

Then I heard Henry’s voice from behind telling me, “Relax, Mr. Camden. You’re going to love this. You’ll see…”

And then I felt the head of Henry’s long, rock-hard penis being pressed very firmly, up against my puckered-up asshole sphincter muscle.

“Now relax, Mr. Camden. Push outward, like you’re taking a shit. That’s the secret. Good. There you go. That’s much better,” Henry reassured me, as I felt his firm dick-head finally penetrate my butt-hole, to slowly slide up into my poop chute.

Sure, there was a little bit of discomfort at first. But that quickly dissipated, to be replaced by the same kind of wonderful feelings that I always had, whenever I was letting out a large shit-log or two into the toilet bowl below. And I couldn’t believe it! Because my having Henry’s large dick inside my rectum felt nothing less than awesome to me!

Sally gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and said, “Babe, believe it or not, I still love you with all my heart. Even though you’re a fucking cuckold now. And a fucking bisexual too.”

“I love you too, Sweetie,” I automatically replied. “And I’m sorry I was so mean to you tonight. It’s just that I was in total shock over the things you were confessing to me. And I just felt so out-of-control, and scared.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry I freaked you out so much. But can I ask one big favor of you?”

“Sure, Honey. Whatever you want,” I said, struggling to get the words out in short breaths, because by this point, Henry was energetically humping away at my rectum.

“Well, Daddy,” Sally said, effortlessly slipping right back into her little-girl voice, “Please promise me that you won’t get mad at me, for what I’m about to tell you, okay?”

“Okay, Sweetie,” I said, sensing that Henry was just about to shoot his wad inside my butt.

“You’ve gotta promise me, Daddy,” Sally, the pretend little girl, demanded.

“Okay, okay, I promise you. I won’t get mad at you.”

“Good. ‘Cuz I’ve been a very naughty little girl tonight! I’ve been lyin’ to you about lots of stuff. Really important stuff.”

“Like what, Sweetie?” I asked, as Henry was busy unloading his warm jizz inside me.

Sally quickly switched back to her regular adult voice and said, “Well, first of all, Henry’s not gay. He’s bisexual. Just like you are.”

“Is that true, Henry?” I turned my head around to ask him myself.

“Yes, Sir. I’ve fucked my share of women. Even some white ones,” Henry said very proudly and matter-of-factly, right before he began easing his long penis out of my butt. Then he moved around on top of the bed to lie on his back, right beside Sally.

“And second of all, Carl,” Sally jumped right in and continued on with her string of confessions, “I was lying to you, when I told you that the idea of me having sex with a black guy disgusts me. Because nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, I can’t believe that you actually bought into that lie; hook, line and sinker. As far as I can tell, there’s not a white woman alive who hasn’t fantasized at one time or another about having sex with a black man. And I’m no exception. Just the taboo nature of the very thought itself is usually enough to make most white women’s panties get wet. And once again, I’m no exception. Thank you for finally making that black man fantasy thing a reality for me tonight. You’re an awesome husband!”

“You’re welcome, I think?” I said, as I flopped over onto my back, to lie on the other side of Sally, on top of the bed.

“There’s more important stuff too, Carl. Rico isn’t my ex-boyfriend. He’s Henry’s friend. And I just met him for the very first time, tonight at the bar, at the same time that I met Henry. Basically, I just thought I’d rattle your cage a little bit, by having Rico unexpectedly show up here, and pretend that he was my ex.

“And it wasn’t hard to get Rico to do that for me, either. Because I promised him that, if he did, I would let him feel out my panty-covered pussy, right in front of my husband. I didn’t count on him taking things any farther than that. But he obviously did. And I apologize for that. Thank you for paying Rico off, so that he would leave.”

“Once again, you’re welcome,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know what else to say. I couldn’t stand watching that guy treat you like such a whore.”

“Ah, that’s so sweet. You know, probably the most ironic part is that you didn’t have to pay Henry off to get him to fuck me. He had already agreed to do that anyway, before he ever left the bar with us. Didn’t you Henry?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I sure did,” Henry acknowledged, and they both chuckled for a moment, and then Henry asked sincerely, “But would it still be okay with you, Mr. Carl, if I keep the $1,000 anyway, because I can sure use it to help pay off my student loans?”

“Yeah sure, Henry, go ahead and keep the money. But how did you manage to stare at Sally’s pussy without getting a hard-on earlier, so that I would think that you’re gay?”

“That was the hardest thing that I think I’ve ever done,” Henry admitted. “But in the end it was simply mind over matter. I was mentally focusing on anything and everything that had nothing to do with sex, like doing laundry, washing the car, cleaning up the apartment, and other mundane stuff like that.”

“Well, I still can’t believe you pulled it off,” I told Henry.

“Neither can I,” said Henry.

“So let me get all this straight,” I said to Sally. “What you’re telling me is that Rico was a total stranger to you, just like Henry was?”

“Right,” said Sally.

“And so Rico never date-raped you, and took your virginity back when you were in high school, before we ever met?”

“Right again,” Sally verified.

“So then you really were a virgin when I met you. And that means that Jordan has to be my daughter?”

“No. Unfortunately, she isn’t, Carl. And you have to promise me that you’ll never tell her the truth. She wouldn’t be able to live with it. Heck, I can barely live with it.”

“So then you really did get knocked up by some guy, back in high school, right before we met?”

“Yes. And you knew that ‘guy’ very well. He was my father, God rest his soul.”

“Your father?” I asked, in total disbelief.

“Yes, my dad. But I don’t hate him for what he did. Just a few months after Mom died, my older sister moved out with her boyfriend. And so that left just me and Dad in that big old ranch house on the outskirts of Fort Worth. And sometimes things just happen. You don’t plan on ’em happening. They just do.”

“Wow!” I said, without even meaning to. “So, do you wanna tell me what happened? Or would you rather not talk about it?”

“Oh, I definitely need to talk about it with someone. Keepin’ this secret all these years has been drivin’ me crazy. But you’ve gotta promise me that you’ll never tell anyone else about what happened between Daddy and me. You too, Henry.”

“You have my word that I will never tell another living soul about your sexual relationship with your father,” Henry said to Sally, as solemnly as he could.

“Ditto. What he just said,” I told Sally, when she looked back over my way.

“Well, it all started out innocently enough,” Sally said, starting out her story, “Whenever I used to get scared late at night, or there was a bad storm outside, or I had a nightmare, I would always make a beeline to my parent’s bedroom, and then climb into bed with them.

“And my behavior didn’t change, just because my mom had died, and wasn’t there for me anymore. I would simply climb into bed, and get under the covers, and then snuggle up with my daddy.

“Of course, you already know what I usually wear to bed a night.”

“Yeah, a nightshirt, with pair of panties underneath,” I said to Sally.

“That’s right. And that’s what I always wore, when I climbed into bed with my father. But my daddy preferred to sleep without any clothes on. I mean, he did keep his ‘tighty whities’ on. But that was about it.

“Anyway, I used to snuggle up next to Dad, and spoon with him, with my chest right up against his back, until I would finally fall asleep, right beside him.

“And after Mom died, I began sleepin’ in Dad’s bed much more often than I slept in my own bedroom. In fact, over the next six months or so, about the only thing I was still doin’ in my own bedroom was changin’ clothes, and talkin’ with my friends on the phone.

“And Dad really liked me sleepin’ with him. He even told me so himself. He said that it was much better than him havin’ to sleep by himself, because he had slept with my mother beside him all those years, and he was spoiled.

“Well, so was I, for that matter. And I was used to doin’ whatever it took to get my way.

“But anyway, one night, I woke up in the middle of the night from a super-sexy dream that I was havin’. And I discovered that I was already humpin’ away at Dad’s leg, rubbin’ my panty-covered pussy up and down his thigh. And it felt so good to me, that I didn’t wanna stop.

“But then Dad woke up suddenly, and blurted out, ‘What the hell are you doin’, Sally?’

“‘Nothing,’ was all I could think to say to him at first. And then I suddenly felt so embarrassed that I started cryin’, and eventually began apologizin’ to him.

“But then he told me, ‘That’s okay, Sweetie. I guess you’re just doin’ what comes naturally. And you shouldn’t have to be ashamed of that. I’m sorry for raisin’ my voice, and gettin’ upset with you.’

“And then he turned his back towards me, and started to go back to sleep.

“But I was still feelin’ so horny that I couldn’t see straight. I also couldn’t go back to sleep. So I hiked my nightshirt up around my waist, and then I secretly slipped off my panties, and dropped ’em onto the floor, beside the bed.

“And then I calmly and gently fingered myself, while I was lyin’ there beside my father, and gettin’ really turned-on by the thought that he could have rolled over any moment, and caught me masturbatin’, right next to him.

“Once I had a few more mild orgasms under my belt, I finally threw all caution to the wind, and wrapped my legs around Dad’s thigh again. But this time, I start humpin’ his thigh with my bare pussy.

“And boy, that woke him up really fast!”

“I’ll bet!” Henry remarked.

“‘Sally,’ he said to me, with is back still turned towards me,” my wife continued on with her story, virtually ignoring Henry’s comment. “And I said, ‘What, Daddy?’ while I just kept steadily humpin’ away at his thigh.

“‘What on earth are you tryin’ to do?’ he asked me. And even though I couldn’t see his face, I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was really confused. So I felt like I needed to set him straight. And I was feelin’ so horny that I didn’t care what he thought of me at that moment.

“So I told him, ‘Daddy, I’m tryin’ to have sex with you. Don’t you get it? I’m rubbin’ my pussy up against your leg, for Christ’s sake.’

“And he says to me, ‘Yes, Sweetie. I know what you’re doin’. But a daughter’s not supposed to be doin’ this kind of stuff with her own father. Why don’t you go find some young man out there to have sex with?’

“‘Because I don’t want to right now,’ I told him, ‘The only person I wanna have sex with is you. So would you like to touch my pussy, Daddy? I know it’s been a long time since you’ve touched a woman’s pussy.”

“And he said, ‘You’re not quite a woman yet, Sally. You’re still a young lady. And it really bothers me to hear you using that vulgar word.’

“And just to mess with him a little bit, I played dumb and asked him, ‘What vulgar word are you talkin’ about, Daddy?’

“And he says to me, ‘You know the vulgar word I’m talkin’ about.’

“Mind you, at this point, my dad still had his back facing me. Even when I grabbed his hand, and I pulled it back towards me to place it right on my bare pussy, and I asked him, ‘Is this the ‘vulgar word’ you’re talkin’ about?’

“And Dad quietly nodded his head against his pillow, but he just left the open palm of his hand behind his butt, resting up against the outside of my mound. And so I told him, ‘Go ahead, Daddy. Stick your fingers in and feel my little, virgin pussy. I know you want to. Come on. Let me prove to you just how much of a woman I really am.’

“And that seemed to do the trick, ‘cuz Dad finally flopped over from the side of his body that he had lying on this whole time to lie his back. And then he said ‘God help me,’ while he was lookin’ up at the bedroom ceiling, and quickly makin’ the sign of the cross on his bare chest. And then he rolled over onto his other side, so that he was now facing me, and he began fingerin’ the hell out of my pussy crack–just like Rico was doin’ earlier tonight. I found it ironic that Dad was using the same two fingers that he had just made the sign of the cross on his chest with.

“The very next thing I noticed, was that Daddy’s dick was already fully-erect, and pushin’ out at the front of his ‘tighty whities’.”

“Just like mine is right now?” I said, proudly displaying my fully-erect penis to Sally.

“And mine too?” Henry chirped in, making sure that Sally would look over at his penis, as well.

“Yes, Boys. Just like that,” Sally said, as she reached over, and placed one hand on each of our two erect penises, and began manipulating them at the same time.

“Is ‘sex’ all you boys ever think about?” Sally asked.

“What else are ‘we boys’ supposed to be thinking about, when we’re both lying here naked in bed with a beautiful naked woman sandwiched in between us?” I asked hypothetically.

“What I want you both to think about right now, is how naughty I was being with my daddy,” Sally said, and then continued on with her story.

“I placed my hand on Daddy’s bulge, and I started feelin’ it, and squeezin’ it through the thin material of his white cotton underwear.

“And he just kept on fingerin’ the crap out of my pussy, while he kept tellin’ me how much he had missed havin’ his hands on a woman’s pussy.

“Don’t you see the irony here, guys? I mean, just a few moments before, it wasn’t okay with my dad for me to say the word ‘pussy’ to him. But now that he actually had his hand on my pussy, it was perfectly okay for him to say the word ‘pussy’ to me as much as he wanted. Talk about a double standard…

“At any rate, then Daddy pulled his underwear all the way off, so that I could finally see his ‘thing,’ and play with it.

“And I tentatively reached over, and gently squeezed the head of his dick between my thumb and fingertips. And while I was doin’ that, I naturally thought about how I was now squeezin’ the very same penis that had made me. The very same, special penis that had brought me into this world, and given me life. And that thought excited me so much, that it actually made me orgasm. And I felt a small gush of my sexual juices come out of my pussy crack. And Dad seemed to be very pleased with my increased wetness.

“I remember that the next thing Daddy did, was to ask me if it was okay with me if he licked my pussy. And of course, I couldn’t say ‘no’ to his request. Not with a nice wet pussy down between my legs, and Dad’s fingers explorin’ every inch of it.

“And naturally, one thing eventually led to another. And Dad ended up takin’ my virginity that night.

“But first, let me back up a little bit, and tell you about Daddy’s pretty-unique-looking penis. It was a lot shorter than either of your dicks. Maybe only about half the length of yours, Carl.

“And the head on that short, stubby, son of a bitch had to be nearly as big around as a soda can! I kid you not. And it was all flared out, and kind of flat at the tip. It looked really intimidating to me, to say the least. And I was really scared that I might have bitten off more than I could chew. Or should I say, ‘more than my pussy could chew,'” Sally added, trying to be humorous.

And her attempt worked. Because we all laughed for a little bit, before Sally continued on with her story, “But the strangest part was that it didn’t hurt me at all when Daddy first penetrated me with that enormous dick-head of his. He eased it in so gently that it actually felt fucking awesome, to tell you the truth! And I had never had my vagina stretched that far open before. Even when I used to stick large cucumbers up inside me, while I was masturbating.”

“You really used to do that?” I asked Sally.

And Sally immediately replied, “What do you mean ‘used to’? I still do cucumbers. I just do ’em when you’re not around. That’s all. I can’t even begin to describe to you just how wonderful it feels to a woman, when she gets her vagina stretched wide-open like that. So it makes perfect sense to me why there a lot of women out there who are into fisting and gigantic dildos.” Sally abruptly paused for a few moments, and then shook her head, saying, “I’m sorry. I lost my train of thought for a moment. Where was I?”

“You were talking about your father taking your virginity,” I reminded Sally.

“Oh yeah. That’s right. Anyway, at the time, there was another thing that I thought was really weird. Daddy didn’t cum inside me, while he was fucking me that very first time. Instead, at the very end, he quickly pulled out of me. And then he jacked himself off for about 10 seconds or so, before he came all over my stomach and lower abdomen. And that’s how everything got started between Dad and me.”

“Were you actually wanting your dad to cum inside you?” I asked Sally, out sheer curiosity, more than anything else.

“You know me better than anyone. So what do you think my answer to that question would be?” Sally said to me.

“It probably disappointed the heck out of you when your father didn’t cum inside your pussy.”

“Bingo! We have a winner,” Sally remarked sarcastically. “So let me finish my story. Okay?”

“Sure, go right ahead. I can’t wait to hear the rest of your story,” I said to Sally, dramatically rolling my eyes upward to indicate my own sarcasm.

“God, Carl, you’re such a shit sometimes! I can’t believe I love you so much.

“Anyways, over the course of the next few months, I became Daddy’s ‘substitute wife’, if you will. And those special months turned out being some of the happiest months of my entire life.

“And Daddy ended up fucking me almost every night. Even when I was on my period, believe it or not.

“And throughout that entire time, he never ejaculated inside my vagina. Not even once! He’d always pull out at the very last minute, and jack himself off, usually squirtin’ his sperm all over my lower abdomen, and the outside parts of my pussy mound.

“So one day, I asked him why he always pulled out of me like that. And he told me that he was only doin’ the same thing to me that he had always done to my mother, whenever he was fucking her.

“Apparently, Mom didn’t believe in using any form of birth control–not even condoms–because she was a strict Catholic, and she was tryin’ to follow the teachings of the church to the letter.

“So Dad was left on his own to try and figure out how to keep from havin’ more kids, while at the same time, continuing to have regular sexual intercourse with his own wife.

“Dad wasn’t a dummy, either. He knew that the withdrawal method really wasn’t considered a good form of birth control, because the failure rate was too high.

“But in his situation, it was either use the withdrawal method, or quit fuckin’ my mother altogether. And that would’ve meant that Mom and Dad would’ve had no other recourse, but to resort to mutual masturbation, as their only form of lovemaking.

“And that choice was totally unacceptable, as far as my father was concerned. He admitted to me that he absolutely loved havin’ his dick inside Mom’s pussy. And then he actually thanked me for lettin’ him put his dick inside mine.

“And so, for several months, Dad and I kept on fucking just about every night, with him managing to never ejaculate inside my vagina. Frankly, I don’t know how the man did it. He could steadily hump away at my pussy for a good 15 or 20 minutes, and then pull out and cum all over my lower abdomen.”

“I’m with you,” I agreed, “That’s a hell of a lot of self control!”

“Amen!” Henry chimed in.

“But in the end, it didn’t matter. Because of this stuff,” Sally said, reaching up to playfully rub some of my transparent pre-cum all over my dick-head with her fingertip.

“Anytime that I got to see Dad’s hard-on, it seemed like there was always a little bit of pre-cum leaking out of the tip of it. And it didn’t even bother me at the time. In fact, I thought it was kind of neat-lookin’. I also naively assumed that it was harmless.

“Well, one day, my period didn’t come when it was supposed to. So I nervously waited another week. And then another week. And then another two weeks after that. And still no period.

“Normally, I hate my periods, just like all girls do. But this time, I found myself hopin’ and prayin’ for one that never came. And ever since I had reached puberty, my periods had always come every 28 days, like clockwork. So I was really scared!

“That’s when Dad and I put 2 and 2 together, and realized that the sperm cells swimming around in his pre-cum had to have gotten me pregnant. And we started devisin’ a plan together to get us both out of this very bad situation.

“But while we were doing that, we kept fucking almost every night. But now that we both knew that I was pregnant, Dad had no reason to pull out of me, because he couldn’t possibly get me any more pregnant than I already was.

“And I still remember that very first night that Dad finally came inside me. I orgasmed my ass off!

“And also, I had never seen my dad orgasm so strongly. He actually screamed out several ‘F’-bombs when he hit his climax, which was something that he had never done before. And it seemed like his fat dick was never gonna stop throbbin’ inside me. I couldn’t believe how much sperm he was ejaculatin’ inside me, either.

“Then he passed out on top of me, and just about smothered me underneath him. I had to roll out from under him.

“At any rate, once we had figured out that I was pregnant, I told Dad that I wanted to get an abortion.

“But he just wouldn’t have it. He said it went against everything that our family stood for. And then he insisted that we needed to find a way for me to go ahead and have the baby, but never let anyone find out that the child was actually his.

“Our final plan involved me findin’ a boy around my age who I really liked. Then I would seduce that boy into dating me. And after that, I would make sure that that boy got the chance to fuck me by no later than our third date, because I was runnin’ out of time. Nine months passes awful fast, you know.”

“And I was that ‘boy’, right?” I asked Sally, even though I already knew the answer to that question.

“Yes, Carl. You drew the short straw, and got me.”

“That explains a lot,” I said. “I always wondered why you wouldn’t let me wear that condom the first time that we fucked. I mean, I put it on, and you took it right off, and threw it down on the floor, telling me that you hated condoms.”

“Well, at least I wasn’t lyin’ to you. I still do hate condoms,” Sally said, and then continued on with her story. “At any rate, after I let that boy fuck me–without using any birth control, of course–I was gonna wait a couple of weeks, and then hit him with the horrible news that I had missed my period, and that he had gotten me pregnant.

“At the time, I didn’t really care whether that boy asked me to marry him, or not. I just needed to create an acceptable explanation about how I had gotten pregnant, so that Dad wouldn’t get in trouble, and lose everything, over my having seduced him into havin’ sex with me nightly. I couldn’t have lived with that.

“Well, I didn’t count on fallin’ in love with that boy. And truth be told, I also didn’t count on fallin’ in love with Jordan. I was all ready to give her up for adoption, if things hadn’t worked out between you and me.

“And now, I’ve got the best husband in the world, lyin’ right next to me, with a rock-hard dick, ready to fuck me again,” Sally said to me, as she rolled over on her side, lifted her top leg up a little bit to spread her thighs apart, and then grabbed hold of my dick, and starting guiding it into her own vagina.

“And I’ve got a black lover, with a rock-hard dick, lying right next to me, on my other side, ready to fuck me in the ass, at the same time as my husband is fucking me in the pussy. Right, Henry?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Henry quickly blurted out. Then he rolled over onto his side, facing my wife’s flat, boyish-looking butt, and then reached down to guide his large penis up into her asshole.

I was French-kissing Sally, as I felt my dick-head penetrating her vaginal entrance; and then, within a few more moments, felt Henry’s balls coming into direct contact with mine.

Sally finally broke off our kiss, and she said to me, “Now, I ask you, what more could any woman ask for?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “But don’t forget that you still owe me $100!”

Sally and I both laughed, and then Sally said, “I’ve got one last confession for you, Carl.”

“What’s that?” I asked, as I was slowly humping away at her pussy, while Henry was slowly humping away at her asshole.

“After we got married, and I moved out of Dad’s house to live with you, here in Austin, do you remember how I would always take a week or two, here and there, throughout the year, to go back home to Fort Worth and visit my dad?

“Oh, no, Sally. You didn’t!”

“Oh yes, Carl. I did! I went back home to Fort Worth to be with Dad, so that I could sleep in his bed, and snuggle up with him. And so that he could have sex with me. And so that I could feel his wonderful, fat dick stretchin’ my pussy wide-open again, and then feel him releasin’ his watery ‘old-man sperm’ inside my pussy. And those special ‘conjugal visits’ of mine went on throughout the whole time that I’ve been married to you. All the way up until Dad finally died.

“It’s funny, you know. During those times that I was away visitin’ Dad all those years, I don’t remember ever bringin’ my birth control pills with me,” Sally confessed, slowly shaking her head from side-to-side, and taking a deep breath to draw air in through her closed teeth.

“So are you tryin’ to tell me that Jake’s not really my son?” I asked, even though I already knew that the very next words that were going to be coming out of Sally’s mouth would be bad news, as far as I was concerned.

“Let’s just say that there’s a good chance of that. But I’m really not sure, to be honest with you,” Sally admitted. “What I am really sure of, is that it’s been about three months since I’ve been on The Pill. And I can almost guarantee you that I’m definitely fertile right now.”

“Damn it, Sally! You’re makin’ me cum!” I said, as I felt my prostate getting ready to explosively pulsate. And then it did. And I fertilized my wife’s sloppy-wet, totally-unprotected pussy again.

As I was coming back down to earth from my orgasmic high, Sally shifted into her little-girl voice and said, “So, Daddy, you’re not mad at me then?”

“No, Sweetie. I finally understand why you like to go into your ‘little girl mode’, and call me ‘Daddy’ whenever we’re having sex.”

“So then, you still love me, Daddy, right?” Sally asked in that same soft high-pitched voice, and then drew the corners of her mouth downward on each side in an overly-exaggerated pout, while she was batting her big powder-blue eyes at me, behaving like a puppy dog that had just been caught chewing up my favorite pair of shoes.

And of course, I fell for it. I always do. And it didn’t matter that I knew that my wife was intentionally manipulating the crap out of me. I was perfectly happy with her doing it–just as long as she stayed in that wonderful ‘little girl mode’ of hers.

“More than ever, Sweetie,” I replied, and gave Sally a tender kiss on the forehead, as I heard Henry’s soft-but-unmistakable cum-grunt.

“Even if I tinkle on you?” Sally asked me in her little-girl voice, with her eyes dramatically bugged-out, and her mouth wide-open.

It was amazing to feel Henry’s penis, as it was strongly pulsating right up against the underside of my own penis through the thin back wall of Sally’s vagina, once he had begun unloading his whole wad of sperm deep inside of Sally’s rectum and lower colon.

“I can’t help it, Daddy. It really tickles!” Sally remarked, urgently spewing out that whole string of words from her machine gun mouth. And then she bit down on her lower lip, and began whimpering away, just like a little lost puppy dog in distress.

And I immediately felt my still-coupled-up genitals being thoroughly soaked by my wife’s warm wet sexual juices, while Sally was busy orgasming her ass off.

And I knew that I had definitely married the right woman.

Sure, Sally had turned out to be one nasty little whore of a wife. There was no denying that. But she was my nasty little whore–and mine alone–now that her horny, incestuous father was finally out of the picture. And that’s all that really mattered. That, and running down to the drug store in the morning to pick up some Plan B One-Step® emergency birth control, so that Sally wouldn’t end up getting pregnant, as a result of tonight’s “little escapades”.

Let’s face it. Neither of us really wanted another baby–even though it turned Sally on a lot to pretend that she did.

Besides that, Sally and I still had the hotel room already booked through the end of the week. And we intended to make good use of it.

“Sweetie,” Sally said me in her normal voice, finally breaking the long period of silence that had naturally ensued, once all three of us were lying there beside each other on top of the bed, totally spent, “I hate to say it, but since I’m tryin’ to ‘come clean’ with you about everything tonight, there’s somethin’ else that I forgot to tell you about. And it’s somethin’ important that you really should know.”

“And what might that be, pray tell?” I asked whimsically, not really wanting to hear any more of Sally’s confessions tonight.

“Well…you remember Uncle Jerry, don’t you? My dad’s younger brother?”

“Sure. I only met him one time, but he seemed like a nice enough guy.”

“Oh, he definitely is. And he was my favorite uncle, back when I was growin’ up. My Uncle Jerry always used to sit me on his knee, and give me horsey rides, while he told me all sorts of silly jokes. And I remember that he’d make me giggle so much, that I’d pee myself just a little bit, and the crotch of my panties would always end up gettin’ wet.”

“So what is it that you want me to know about your Uncle Jerry, and your wet panties?” I asked, bracing myself for what I assumed was going to be Sally’s confession about how her Uncle Jerry had gone on to sexually molest her, back when she was a young girl.

“Well, I didn’t tell you this before,” said Sally, “But Uncle Jerry moved into town about three months ago. He’s still a bachelor, but he told me that he moved down here to Austin so that he could spend more time with his favorite niece. And of course, that’s me. Uncle Jerry doesn’t live very far away from us at all. In fact, you could walk to his apartment, if you wanted to.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful,” I remarked, with faked enthusiasm.

“Yeah, I thought so too. My Uncle Jerry used to come over to see me, just about every time that I went back home to Fort Worth to visit Dad. And I used to love that a lot! Because Dad and I used to have threesomes with him. And believe it or not, Uncle Jerry’s dick was even bigger around than Daddy’s was. I’ve even got some pictures of it on my cell phone. Do you wanna see them?”

The only thought in my mind at that very moment was, Oh fuck! I’m screwed!

* * * * *

CHAPTER 2 – Uncle Jerry’s Surprise

* * * * *

Sally’s Uncle Jerry and I were sitting at the kitchen table in his modest-size, two-bedroom apartment, having a private, one-on-one, man-to-man chat. This conversation was taking place the very next afternoon after my cuckold night at the hotel room with Henry and Sally. A night that had been full of shocking revelations, to say the least. A night that had left me in the mindset of making sure that I was definitely going to have the last laugh, and that I was going to do it at Sally’s expense. Let’s just say that I was hell-bent on hopefully giving Sally her comeuppance for everything that she had put me through (emotionally) the night before in that hotel room, with Henry witnessing everything.

As for Henry–that wonderful example of a refined, bisexual black man–he had left the hotel room earlier that morning, promising me that he would return later this evening for a second go-round with me and Sally, if that was what I wanted him to do. And I had told him that I didn’t need “his services” tonight, but that I still wanted him to keep in touch with me.

And then I had let Sally sleep in for the rest of the day, and had snuck out, telling her that I was going to get some late lunch for both of us, and bring it back to our hotel room. Of course, I had “other plans” in mind as I getting ready to make a beeline for Jerry’s apartment.

But I had one last thing to do, before I could leave that hotel room. I needed to find out exactly where Sally’s Uncle Jerry lived. So as my wife was drifting off to sleep, I secretly took her cell phone out of her purse, quickly dropped it into my pocket, and then headed out to the car.

Once I was sitting in the car, I scoured Sally’s cell phone for Uncle Jerry’s address, and easily found it in her contacts list. I also looked for and found all those texted photos of Jerry’s erect penis; the ones that Sally had already showed me the night before.

But as I took a quick look-see through the email box on Sally’s cell phone, I discovered some unexpected and shocking information that I was more than happy to put to use as further “ammunition” against Jerry, once I had arrived at his apartment for my much-needed confrontation with him, in regards to the whole “secretly fucking my wife” thing.

As I sat down at the kitchen table, and began sizing up my “opponent”, I have to admit that I was totally unimpressed by the man that I saw in front of me. Sally’s Uncle Jerry was definitely nothing to write home about. In fact, I found it hard to believe that my wife was head-over-heels “in lust” about having sex with him.

Uncle Jerry was either in his late 40’s, or his early-to-mid 50’s. It was kind of hard to tell, because he had gone prematurely bald on top, leaving only a broken ring of silver-whitish hair around the perimeter of his large head.

He was also at least 50 pounds overweight, or maybe even 60. And he had such a large protruding beer-belly on him, that I doubt he could look down and actually see his own erect penis, when he was in a standing position.

Add to that the double chin, along with the bulbous pock-marked nose, and the acne-scarred cheeks; and that should give you a pretty good idea about what Jerry looked like.

And while I was sitting there in that small kitchen and talking to Jerry, I continued to ask myself over and over again, Why on earth would Sally pick this man to possibly to be the father of her next child?

After Jerry and I had chit-chatted for a little while, I finally felt it was time for me to “get out the big guns”. In this case, that meant pulling Sally’s cell phone out of my pocket, and showing Jerry some very damning photos on it.

“Last night, my wife showed me these pictures of your dick. You know? The ones you sexted to her…”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. She asked me for ’em,” Sally’s Uncle Jerry said, very defensively.

“She did?”

“Yeah. She did,” Jerry replied matter-of-factly. “And so I got myself hard, and then took ’em, and sent ’em to her, just like she asked me to.”

“Well, I’m not mad at you, Jerry. I’m envious. That’s one hell of a nice dick you’ve got!” I automatically complimented him, and then immediately thought to myself, Did I really just say that? What the fuck are you doing, Carl? Confront the son of a bitch! Don’t compliment him.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah,” I admitted, initially meaning it as an off-hand remark, but then realizing–to my own dismay–that I was actually being totally truthful with Carl regarding my feelings about his super-sexy, unique-looking penis.

“Well, I really can’t take credit for that,” Jerry said, obviously feeling some embarrassment, due to my having just openly fawned over his male genitalia. “After all, I was born with it. It kind of runs in the family, if you get my drift.”

“Oh, I ‘get your drift’ alright. Believe me! Do you wanna know what Sally did last night?”

“Sure.”

“She fucked a black guy in our hotel room.”

“So let me get this straight. You let your wife–my niece–fuck a black man in your hotel room last night?”

“Yep. I sure did.”

“Wow! I can’t believe you actually let your wife do that.”

“Heck, I’m the one who talked her into doing it. And she did it right in front of me, too.”

“You don’t say?”

“Yeah. In fact, later, I joined in on ‘all the fun’. I couldn’t help myself. It was just too exciting. Especially when she told me that she was fertile, and that she hadn’t been using any birth control for the last three months.”

“Holy shit, man! That’s not good at all.”

“You got that right! At the time, I thought that there might even be a little mulatto baby baking away in that bitch’s oven, after last night’s…’indiscretions’. But I later found out that that simply cannot be the case. And do you wanna know why?“

“Why.”

“Sally couldn’t have been fertile last night, because she’s already pregnant with your baby. And she has been for a couple of months now. I found an email on her cell phone, where she’s telling her best friend, Linda, all about how happy she is to finally be pregnant again, and then asking Linda not to say a word about it to anyone. Especially to me.

“So how long have you been fuckin’ my wife, Jerry? And don’t try to tell me that you haven’t been fuckin’ Sally. ‘Cuz I know you have. She told me so herself. Last night,” I said, finally confronting Jerry head-on.

Jerry just glared at me, and didn’t say a word for a few seconds, before he finally leaned forward and admitted to me, almost in a whisper, as if he were a spy sharing a secret with another spy, “Ever since I moved to town. About three months ago.”

“That’s a fuckin’ lie! And you know it! Sally told me all about those threesomes you had with her and her father all those years.”

“She did, did she?”

“Yes, she did.”

“Well, it’s not what you think,” Jerry argued, in a overly-loud, defensive tone-of-voice. “I never went over to Jake’s house to have sex with his daughter. That just kind of happened. All on its own. The truth is I always went over there to have sex with Jake.

“But once again, it’s not what you’re thinking. My older brother and I weren’t gay lovers, or anything like that. But we were life-long ‘jack-off buddies’. And we’d been gettin’ together to jack off, ever since we were young boys. I think we did it out of curiosity and convenience, more than anything else. I mean, there weren’t any other boys around for us to circle-jerk with. And so Jake and I would just end up doin’ it with each other, whenever we’d get feelin’ horny.

“Jake and I not only jacked ourselves off in front of each other, but we also loved to jack each other off. And eventually, one thing led to another. And pretty soon, Jake and I were suckin’ each other’s dicks, and butt-fuckin’, and doin’ all sorts of other queer-type of stuff that I’m not particularly proud of. But we never kissed each other on the lips, or held hands, or did any other mushy crap like that.

“Anyways, as you can well imagine, after Jake’s wife died, he and I ended up gettin’ together to have sex a little more often than we used to. And that made perfect sense to me, what with his wife bein’ dead and all. I had no idea that Jake was havin’ sex with his own daughter, and also secretly havin’ sex with me, too.

“But after Sally got married and finally moved out, Jake all the of the sudden got super-horny on me. He’d literally beg me to come over and jack off with him. And so we started gettin’ together to have sex just about every other day.

“And of course, I was just fine with it, ‘cuz I didn’t have any girlfriends, or anyone else to have sex with, at that time. And havin’ sex with my older brother sure beat the hell out of havin’ sex with myself.

“So one day, I showed up at Jake’s house to jack off with him, and Sally answered the front door. I didn’t even know that she was back in town, much less that she was stayin’ at Jake’s place.

“And Sally says to me, ‘Hey there, Uncle Jerry, it’s great to see you again. And then she gives me a big hug.

“And the very next words out of her mouth were, ‘So are you here to jack off with Dad? And if so, can I watch you guys?’

“Well, I about hit the floor! I couldn’t believe that Jake had told his daughter about our secret sexual relationship. And I was feelin’ pretty damn embarrassed, to tell ya the truth.

“I finally got up enough nerve to tell Sally, ‘Yes, Sweetie. I’m here to jack off with your dad. And I guess you can watch us, if it’s okay with Jake.’

“And then Sally says to me, ‘Cool. Come on in. And the good news is you’re not even gonna need a porn movie to warm you up. ‘Cuz you’ve got me.'”

“And with that, Sally began taking all her clothes off–one piece at a time–and then dropping them willy-nilly all over the floor, as I was followin’ her into the livin’ room.

“When I rounded the corner from the main hallway to enter the livin’ room, Jake was already sittin’ on the sofa, naked as a jaybird. And he already had a boner stickin’ out from between his legs.

“Jake’s pattin’ his hand on the sofa, right next to him, as he says to me, ‘Oh good. You’re finally here. Have a seat.’ And then he says, ‘Sally’s got a little surprise for you.’

“At this point, Sally’s totally naked, and standin’ right in front of both of us, with her legs spread apart. And she’s got a hand on each side of her pussy. And she’s pullin’ it wide-open.

“Then she switches into this weird, little-girl-soundin’ voice, and asks me, ‘Uncle Jerry, would you like to watch me tinkle?’

“And before I could even start noddin’ my head, Sally just starts peein’ all over the floor. I gotta tell you, Carl, that wife of yours really loves to pee in front of people.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s one of the things that I’ve always loved about her,” I said sarcastically to Jerry. “But go on with your story. I wanna hear this.”

“Well, while Sally’s peein’, she’s squirtin’ it out in little spurts, obviously teasin’ her me and her dad, as she’s gigglin’ away like a little girl. And then she says to me, ‘Uncle Jerry, I want you to know that I shaved my peepee just for you tonight. Do you like the way my peepee looks?'”

“‘Oh hell yes!’ was all I could think to say to her at the time. I mean, let’s face it. Sally’s got one of the sexiest-lookin’ pussies that I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“I know what you mean. As far as I’m concerned, it’s her best feature,” I confessed, not really meaning it as a joke. But Jerry took it as a joke anyway, and chuckled a little bit–which meant that I had to fake-laugh, right along with him. It’s a guy thing, I guess.

“So go on with your story, Jerry,” I insisted. “What happened next?”

“Well, Sally stops her little spurtin’ stuff, and starts peein’ full-force right onto the livin’ room floor.

“And then after she finishes emptyin’ her bladder, right in front of me and Jake, she starts jumpin’ up and down, and splattin’ the soles of her feet in the large puddle of piss that she’d just left on that hardwood floor, while she’s still gigglin’ away in sheer delight, just like a little kid splashin’ their bare feet in the little streams of water running down the road gutters after a good rain storm.

“And pretty soon Jake and I both had little streamers of Sally’s urine runnin’ down our shins. And that felt really strange! Maybe it was because her piss was still warm. I’m not sure. But let’s face it. It’s not everyday that someone intentionally splashes their urine all over your bare legs.”

“No, it’s not,” I agreed under my breath, as Jerry simply ignored me and just kept steamrolling away with his story.

“Then Sally all of the sudden spins around, with her butt facin’ me. And she plops herself down on top of my thigh, with one leg on each side. And by the way, she’s still gigglin’ away while she’s doin’ that.

“And then she starts slowly rubbin’ her wet pussy up and down my thigh, as she says to me–still using her little-girl voice, of course–‘Uncle Jerry, would you please give me a pony ride? Just like you used to do, back when I was little girl?'”

“God, I don’t think I’ve ever gotten such a hard boner so fast in my entire life!” Jerry remarked.

And at this point in Jerry’s story, I could feel my own dick rapidly swelling up inside my underwear. And so I automatically reached down under the kitchen table, by casually dropping my left hand down onto my lap, and I began to slowly and furtively fondle the head and upper shaft of my pants-covered penis.

If Jerry was aware of the clandestine masturbation that was now taking place underneath his kitchen table, he never said a word to me about it. Instead, he just continued on with his story, “Then, Sally all of the sudden reaches around, and grabs hold of my dick, and she says to me, ‘I wanna ride this pony. Not your leg.’

“I looked over at Jake for approval. After all, Sally was his daughter. And Jake’s just sittin’ there, playin’ with himself, and watchin’ us.

“Jake tells me, ‘Well, go ahead and get your rocks off, man.’ And then he says, ‘You can thank me later, Little Brother.’

“And that’s how all our threesome stuff got started. When I showed up at Jake’s house that first time that Sally was back home, visitin’ her dad, I never meant to have relations with her. I swear to God.

“But in the end, that didn’t matter. ‘Cuz Sally went out of her way to do everything she could to make sure that I’d let her fuck me.

“And notice that I said ‘she was fuckin’ me‘–and not the other way around–because she was the one who was on top, and doin’ all the thrustin’. That’s the honest-to-God truth. I swear to you.”

“Oh, I believe you, alright” I said to Jerry, “But did you know that Sally always used to conveniently forget to take her birth control pills with her, whenever she went back home to visit her father? She admitted that to me herself last night.”

“No, I didn’t know that.”

“Well remember that I told you earlier that Sally completely stopped using birth control three months ago, right after you moved into town?”

“Yeah. So what exactly are you gettin’ at?”

“Well, that’s how I know you’re the father of this latest baby. Because back when you got her pregnant, I wasn’t even in town. In fact, I wasn’t even in this damned country! I was away on business, in England.

“So how many times have you fucked Sally in the last three months? 10, 20, 30 times? How many, Jerry?”

“I’m not really sure, Carl,” Jerry eventually admitted, after staring at me with his mouth open for about 15 or 20 seconds. “Sally would come over to visit me just about every other day for a couple of weeks. And naturally, we’d end up fuckin’ every time she came over.”

“Naturally,” I mimicked him, while sarcastically nodding my head in agreement.

But Jerry didn’t miss a beat, as he mowed right through my sarcasm to say, “And then, I wouldn’t see her for a week or two. I assumed it was because she was on her period, or that she had other stuff to do.

“And then all of a sudden–without any warnin’–Sally would just show back up on my doorstep, and we’d start fuckin’ like rabbits again for a couple more weeks,” Jerry said, shrugging his shoulders with a shit-eaten, forced grin on his face.

“But we never ‘did it’ at your house. I promise,” said Jerry. “Sally would always come over my apartment. Mostly during the weekday afternoons, while you were at work.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Carl. I knew that what I was doin’ was wrong. I knew that I shouldn’t be fuckin’ another man’s wife–let alone a woman who happens to be my own niece.

“It’s just that you know how Sally is. Once she puts her mind to somethin’, she always gets her way. Believe me! She’s the one who always seduced me into havin’ sex with her, and not the other way around.”

“Oh, I believe you alright. It’s just that you can always say ‘no’,” I said, clutching at straws, in a husbandly effort to try to somehow defend Sally’s sexually-depraved, openly-slutty behavior.

“Would you have said ‘no’, if you were in my shoes? Especially once Sally pulls her pants down, and starts teasin’ you with her pussy, the way that she likes to do?”

“No. I would’ve done the same thing that you did. ‘Cuz I’m human, just like you are, Jerry. And that’s why I’m not mad at you for doin’ it.

“But I wanna get somethin’ perfectly clear between us right now. From now on, whenever it comes to sex, you’re my bitch! And you’ll do whatever I ask you to do, without any arguing or complaining.

“It’s either that, or I’ll get a paternity test done on that new baby, after it’s born, and let you pay child support until he or she turns 18. So which way do you want things to go, Jerry? It’s entirely your choice.”

“I guess I’ll just have to be your bitch from now on, Carl.”

“That’s good. Now take your pants off, and show me that awesome dick of yours.”

“What?” Jerry asked, obviously not believing the words that he had just heard coming out of my mouth.

“You heard what I just said. Show me your dick now, God damn it!”

“Hey, hey. There’s no need to get huffy about it. I just didn’t know that you swung that way. That’s all.”

“Swung what way?” I asked, just to needle Jerry a little bit.

“You know? That ‘jack-off buddy’ kind of stuff that I was talkin’ ’bout earlier.”

“Yeah. Well, the first time I ever did that ‘kind of stuff’ was last night in the hotel room with Henry.”

“Who’s Henry?”

“He’s the black guy that Sally fucked last night. And I ended up having sex with him too. And now I wanna have sex with you. So I guess I must be a little messed up in the head. ‘Cuz when I saw those pictures of your dick on Sally’s cell phone, they really turned me on. So come on. Show me your dick, Jerry. I’m waitin’…”

Uncle Jerry stood up at the kitchen table, pulled down his pants and his underwear, and then stepped out of the legs holes. Then he sat back down, and leaned back on the kitchen chair, before spreading his legs far apart to let me see his hairy package, in all its naked glory.

“Now play with it, and get it hard for me, Jerry. Remember how I told you before that I envied your penis? Well that’s because Sally prefers your penis over [i/]mine[/i]. She says it stretches her wide-open, and that it feels great to her pussy. I just wanna see this fat dick of yours, with my own eyes.”

Uncle Jerry began squeezing and fondling his short, fat dick, right in front of me. And it didn’t take very long at all before Jerry had his version of a full-blown erection.

“Oh, my God!” I automatically reacted to the sheer size of Jerry’s now-massive, blood-engorged dick-head (which had nearly doubled in size, from its previously non-erect state), along with its equally enormous piss-hole slit, which looked like it just about split the flared-out, mushroom-shaped head of his penis into two equal halves.

“Your piss-hole slit is huge, Dude!” I couldn’t help but remark to him. “I mean, it looks much larger than it did in the pictures on Sally’s cell phone. To be honest with you, it kind of looks like you’ve got a miniature pussy on the end of your dick, instead of a dick-head.”

“Hey, I can’t help it. It’s just the way I’m built,” Jerry said, shrugging his shoulders, and raising his eyebrows to make an “I don’t know why” kind of face at me. “But bein’ a freak-of-nature does have its advantages, believe it or not. I’ll bet you don’t know many guys who can do this,” Jerry said, as he pulled his long piss-hole slit wide-open with the fingers of one hand, and then inserted the pinky finger of his other hand down inside of his urethra–all the way up past his first knuckle–in one, smooth motion.

“Shit, man! Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Nah. Sure, it’s kind of tender down inside there. But it doesn’t really hurt me. I’ve been doin’ this kind of thing my whole life.”

“Did you ever let Sally stick her finger down inside your dick, like that?”

“Of course I did. And Sally was always beggin’ me to let her watch me pee, too. ‘Cuz I don’t pee like a regular guy does, either.”

“And I’ll bet you also don’t cum like ‘a regular guy’ does.”

“Yeah. You’re right about that. The sperm doesn’t really squirt out in little spurts, like it does for most guys. It kind of just flows out all over the place. All I can say is, it usually gets my dick really messy.”

At this point, I could feel that my own stiff, fully-erect penis was “begging me” to be released from its suddenly-uncomfortable confines of my pants and my boxer-briefs underwear.

“So, would you like to see my dick?” I asked Jerry, as I was open-handedly gesturing down towards the obvious bulge at the front of my crotch, as if to present it as some kind of weird prize on “The Price is Right” TV show.

“Sure,” Jerry said, “if you wanna show it to me.”

“I do,” I said, as I unzipped my pants, and pulled out my fully-erect dick, which was much longer and more slender than Jerry’s. And then I began playing with myself, right in front of Jerry.

And then I asked him, “So, do you wanna feel my dick?”

“Yeah, do you wanna feel mine, too?” Jerry asked right back, as he was already eagerly reaching across, into my lap, before I could even answer him.

“Oh hell yes!” I said, and reached across to wrap my hand around his fat, stiff dick. And we just sat there, silently feeling out each other’s packages for a few minutes.

“Would it be okay if I stick my pinky finger down inside your piss-hole, just like you were doin’ earlier?” I asked Jerry.

“Sure. Go right ahead,” he answered.

And I stuck the tip of my little finger inside my mouth to lubricate it with my saliva, before I carefully inserted the end of it down inside of Uncle Jerry’s gigantic urethral tube. And I just left my pinky finger in place, while I caressed his balls with my other hand. I could hardly believe that I was actually fingering a guy’s piss-hole.

Meanwhile, Jerry just kept on quietly squeezing and playing with my dick for several minutes. And after getting over the initial shock about what I was doing to Jerry’s penis, I actually began to slowly move the tip of my pinky finger in and out of his urethral opening, as I was intentionally finger-fucking it.

And that’s when Jerry finally broke the silence by asking me, “Do you wanna move into the livin’ room? That way I can put some porn on the TV. I’ve got somethin’ special that I think you’ll really like a lot. But please don’t get mad at me, Carl. Okay?”

“Sure. Besides, I’m way too turned-on right now, to get mad at you, Jerry” I replied, as I was still finger-fucking the gigantic head of his penis, while at the same time thinking, No wonder Sally loves her Uncle Jerry’s penis. I’m sure it stretches the hell out of her vagina. God, it’s so big, that I’m not even sure I could get my mouth around it. And I can’t even imagine what it would be like having this monster-dick up inside my ass!

“That’s good,” Jerry said, as he stood up from the kitchen chair, and began gingerly making his way towards the living room. I stood up, quickly took off my pants and underwear, and then followed him into the living room.

We were quite the picture at that moment. Two men who were naked from the waist down only–and with fully-erect penises jutting out at the front our crotches–following each other into Jerry’s small living room. And I found myself staring at Jerry’s unattractive bare butt, as he was walking in front of me.

I couldn’t help but laugh out-loud at this “unexpected development”. My having sex with Jerry was last thing that I would have ever imagined happening during my initially-confrontational visit to his apartment today.

“What the hell are you laughin’ about?” Jerry asked.

“Oh, nothing…” I automatically answered.

“Just hold on a moment,” Jerry said, as we were both entering the living room, and he was motioning for me to take a seat over on the living room sofa, “And I’ll put the video on.”

Jerry grabbed what looked a homemade DVD disc, with a bunch of black Sharpie writing scribbled across it, and quickly stuck the DVD in the DVD player that was hooked to the 55″ wall-mounted, flat-screen TV in Jerry’s living room.

Once we were both naked from the waist down, and sitting side-by-side on the sofa, Jerry used the remote to turn on the TV, and then to start playing the DVD.

And my mouth just about hit the floor when I saw Sally on the TV screen–yes, that’s right, my wife, Sally–who was completely naked and down on all-fours on top of a bed, as she was moaning away in orgasmic ecstasy, while Jerry was on his knees behind her, and fucking her doggie-style.

Then, once the initial shock had worn off a little bit, I noticed something else. The ‘Jerry’ up on the TV screen wasn’t fucking Sally’s pussy. He was fucking her in the ass with that super-fat dick of his. And she seemed to be loving every minute of it.

“God damn it, Jerry! What the fuck?” was all I could say.

“Yeah. Pretty cool, huh?” Jerry calmly replied. “Sally really loves gettin’ fucked in the ass. But then, you, of all people, should already know that.”

The more I learned about Sally and her secretive sex life, the more I realized that I really didn’t know her at all. In fact, at this point in our relationship, I was truly beginning to feel like I have been married to a total stranger this whole time.

“You know, this video scene wouldn’t even exist, if Sally hadn’t asked me to record it for her,” Jerry continued explaining. “I apologize for the static camera work, but it was done from that little camera in the lid of my laptop. I had it sittin’ on the dresser, across from the bed. But at least it was shootin’ up from the foot of the bed, and showin’ all the ‘good stuff’, if you know what I mean…”

“By ‘record it for her’, do you mean that Sally’s actually has a copy of this video?” I asked in disbelief.

“Of course she does. And she’s also got a lot more videos that we’ve made together over the years. We used to do them on a big old VHS camcorder, way back when I was havin’ threesomes with her and Jake. We’d all take turns bein’ the ‘camera guy’.

“And Sally really loved shootin’ videos of me and her dad havin’ sex together. It really seemed to turn her on a lot, when Jake and I would rub our dicks together in front of her, and then cum all over each other’s dick-heads.

“And I guess Sally just had this ‘special thing’ for sperm. ‘Cuz she was always wantin’ me and Jake to put our sperm in her pussy. And she didn’t really seem to care that much how the sperm got there–just as long as it did.

“So when Jake and I were finished coverin’ each other’s dicks with sperm, Sally would lean over somethin’–like the couch, or the bed–with her legs spread apart, and her bare butt up in the air.

“And then Jake and I would each take turns mountin’ Sally from behind. I’d hump her a few times, and then pull back out, so that Jake could jump on and hump her a few times.

“And then he’d pull back out of her, to let me take my turn with her again. And we’d just keep on doin’ that to Sally–you know, takin’ short turns, humpin’ her–until our dicks finally got so soft, that we couldn’t get ’em to go up in her pussy no more.

“Sally used to tell us that she loved it, whenever we ‘tag-teamed her’ like that. And I knew that she wasn’t lyin’ about that. ‘Cuz she’d always end up cummin’ her ass off, and pissin’ all over our dicks, while we were fuckin’ her like that.”

“Wow!” I said, totally flabbergasted by Jerry’s candid comments.

“Yeah, wow! That was exactly how Jake and I felt, too. That hot wife of yours is awesome in the bedroom! You’re one lucky guy! That’s all I can say,” Jerry remarked.

And then he reached over into my lap, and grabbed hold of my penis, and starting hand-pumping up and down on it, as he told me, “But I’m sure you’re awesome in the bedroom, too! I mean, why else would a super-horny girl like Sally stay married to you? And I’ll tell you another thing that you may not realize.”

“What’s that?” I asked, not really knowing if I wanted to hear the next thing that Jerry was getting ready to tell me.

“You’ve got one super-sexy dick on you, my friend! I just wanna put it in my mouth, and suck on it. Do you mind?”

“No. Go right ahead,” I told him, feeling quite relieved and surprisingly flattered by Jerry’s “super-sexy dick” comment.

Jerry leaned over into my lap, and he began giving me a marvelous blowjob–in fact, it was the best blowjob that I had ever experienced in my entire life–while I just kept watching the “Jerry” on the TV screen, as he was relentlessly banging away at my wife’s rectum, with his short, thick dick.

But the “Jerry” on the TV screen didn’t end up cumming in Sally’s ass. Instead, he pulled his fat dick out of her butt-hole, and quickly shoved it right up into her vagina, just in time to begin inseminating her. And it was obvious to me that he was definitely inseminating my wife’s pussy, because I could see all the sperm that was steadily oozing out all around the edges of his dick-shaft, which he still had firmly planted into Sally’s stretched-wide-open baby-making canal.

While the “Jerry” on the TV screen was busy fertilizing my wife’s vagina with his shit-coated penis, I orgasmed and shot my wad right into the back of the real Jerry’s mouth. And he just kept on sucking away at my orgasmically-pulsating dick-head, the entire time.

When I finally came back down to earth, I told Jerry, “I don’t believe you just did that.”

“Did what?” he asked. “Swallow your sperm? It’s no big deal. Believe me. I used to swallow Jake’s sperm all the time.”

“No. Not that. You fucked Sally in the ass. And then you fucked her pussy right afterwards, without cleaning your dick off first!” I said, pointing towards the TV screen. “Don’t you know that that’s extremely dangerous for a woman? She could get all sorts of serious infections from a guy doin’ that to her.”

“Of course I know that. I may be a backwoods redneck, but I’m not completely stupid, you know? But that’s what Sally had asked me to do. And I wasn’t gonna tell her ‘no’. She was the one who was directin’ that scene you’re watchin’. So I gave her exactly what she was wantin’. And she was really happy after that.

“So, do you wanna suck my dick, or not?” Jerry asked point-blank, in a gruff tone-of-voice that let me know that he was beginning to lose his patience with me.

“Sure. But I don’t know if I can even fit that fat dick-head of yours into my mouth,” I said truthfully.

“Well, that’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you just lick it like a big lollipop, while you’re jackin’ me off? I’m sure you’ll make me cum. ‘Cuz that’s exactly what Jake and I used to do to each other all the time.”

I dove down into Jerry’s lap, and began licking his enormous dick-head, while I was manipulating his short dick-shaft, and pausing every so often to feel out his balls, which were quite a bit larger than mine. Once I had managed to give Jerry’s dick-head a decent coating of my saliva, I stuck the tip of my tongue down into Jerry’s jumbo-size piss-hole slit, and I began tongue-fucking his much-wider-than-average urethra.

What I didn’t realize at the time, while I was busy giving oral sex to Jerry, was that the sex scene on the TV screen had completely changed.

But then I heard that unmistakable little-girl voice of Sally’s coming out of the TV speakers. And so I looked back up at the TV screen just in time to see the “Sally” on the TV screen.

She had her long, straight dark-brown hair parted right down the middle, and done up in braided pigtails that hung down on either side of her head. About an inch from the very end of each long pigtail, there was rubber band wrapped tightly around it in order to hold the braid together. A small, pink satin ribbon bow was also tied around the rubber band to help make each pigtail look more dainty.

And Sally was wearing a Winnie the Pooh Eeyore character nightshirt. It was a dark pinkish-red, thigh-length, “V”-necked, thin-cotton nightshirt. It featured a large picture of Eeyore sitting back on his haunches, with a single long-stemmed Daisy-looking flower in his mouth. And he was surrounded by the balloon-shaped words “Love & Happiness!”

“So, Daddy, do you like my new nightshirt? I bought it just for you,” the “Sally” on the TV says in her little-girl voice, as she plops herself down on top of the bed, with her legs dangling over the edge.

“Yes, Sweetie. That’s a very nice nightshirt,” Jake’s voice answers back from off-screen somewhere. “But I want you to show me what you’ve got on underneath it.”

Sally lies back on the bed and wiggles around, until she has managed to pull the bottom hem of her nightshirt all the way up around her waist, to show off her plain white cotton panties, that were previously hidden under the nightshirt.

“Do you like my panties, Daddy?”

“Oh yes. Those are some very nice panties. Are you wearing a bra, too?”

“No. I may be much older now, but I still don’t need one of those.”

“Why don’t you take off your nightshirt, and show me your little boobies then, okay?”

“Sure, Daddy,” Sally answered, hiking her Eeyore nightshirt up and over her head, and then dropping it down on the floor beside the bed. “So what do you want me to do next?”

“I want you to pet your little peepee right now, and make it feel good. Can you do that for me, Sweetie?”

“Of course, Daddy. I love petting my little peepee in front of you,” Sally replied, as she spread her legs apart, and reached down between her legs, so that she could begin to slowly rub the palm of her hand up and down her underwear-covered pussy mound.

“Well, are you gonna suck my dick, or not?” Jerry finally spoke up, to break me out of the nearly-hypnotic trance state that I automatically found myself in, while I was watching my wife on the TV screen, as she was busy giving the best “little girl performance” of her life, right in front of her own father–and the video camera.

I instantly realized that I had completely stopped fondling Jerry’s package, and that I was just holding onto his dick with my hand, while I had my concentration exclusively focused on the TV screen.

“I’m sorry,” I said, apologizing to Jerry. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna make you cum real good. I promise.”

And with that, I swooped back down into Jerry’s lap, shoved the tip of my tongue back down inside his piss-hole, and continued tongue-fucking his urethra, while I was jacking him off at the same time.

I didn’t dare look back up at the TV screen. But from the audio track, I could tell that Sally’s father was now having sex with her. He wasn’t fucking her yet. But he was playing with her peepee, and she was playing with his peepee at the same time. At least, that’s what their totally-inappropriate, incestuous dialogue implied.

Meanwhile, Jerry explained to me that he was the cameraman who had shot that particular video, and that he had shot that video during the last time that Sally had gone back to Fort Worth to visit her father–which by the way, was just a few weeks before Jake died.

“Oh shit! This part always makes me cum,” Jerry said to me.

And as if on cue, Jerry panted hard for just a few moments, and then began ejaculating his sperm. And the sperm just kept on flowing out of his fat dick, in thick globs for at least 30 to 40 seconds or more, as he was happily coating my tongue and lips with it. The thick sperm just kept emerging from Jerry’s gigantic pee-hole in small waves, until it was eventually dripping down my chin in long strings, and falling right back down onto his dick and balls.

I finally pulled my head up out of Jerry’s lap to see what he was watching on the TV screen (the part that he said “always makes him cum”).

And I could see that the “Sally” on the TV screen still had her panties on. But now she had the crotch panel of the panties pulled way over to one side, which left her hairless, freshly-shaved vulva totally exposed. But Jake’s hands weren’t anywhere near Sally’s pussy. Instead, hers were.

At this point in the scene, Sally had just finished jacking off her father, and now she was busy using her fingertips to methodically scoop up her dad’s freshly-ejaculated sperm from his dick-head, and from the bed sheets. And then she was frigging her own pussy with her fingers, to place the sperm up inside of her own vagina, before she pulled her fingers back out, and then finger-scooped up some more sperm, to repeat the entire process. She kept on doing this, until she couldn’t find any more little sperm-puddles left for her to scoop up.

Then, in her little-girl voice, she says to Jerry, “Uncle Jerry, why don’t you give that camera to Daddy, so that you can rub your peepee against mine?” Then she points towards Jerry’s off-camera crotch, and she tells him, “‘Cuz I can tell you want to.”

When Jerry traded off the camera to Jake, I discovered that Jerry had been naked the whole time that he was shooting the previous scene between Sally and her father. And he just happened to have his unique-looking version of a fully-erect penis sticking out at the front of his crotch. And that’s obviously what Sally had been pointing at.

“Come on, Uncle Jerry,” Sally says to him, motioning him over to her with her hand, “It’s time for you to tinkle in my peepee.”

Upon hearing Sally tell him that, the “Jerry” on the TV screen jumps on top of Sally in a missionary position, quickly mounts her, and then starts humping away at her pussy like a madman–without any foreplay, or kissing, or showing any type of affection to her at all. And within less than 30 seconds, Jerry orgasms and unloads his wad of sperm inside her, and then rolls back off of her, to lie on his back, beside her.

At this point, Sally’s giggling away like a schoolgirl, while she’s still lying on her back with her legs spread apart. And I could clearly see that the rear portion of her orgasmic pussy was rhythmically pulsating like crazy, and causing her to repeatedly squirt all over the bed sheets.

“Daddy?” Sally finally asks, after her orgasm had subsided, “Did that make you happy just now? Did you like watchin’ me tinkle like that?”

“Oh yes, Sweetie. That was wonderful! You’re such a good girl. You know exactly how to make your daddy really happy!”

As I was watching all this unfold on the TV screen in front of me, my dick was well on its way to becoming fully-erect again–without me having even laid a hand on it, since experiencing Jerry’s incredible blowjob.

“God damn it, Jerry! I can’t believe it,” I said, “I’ve actually got another hard-on.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of obvious,” Jerry agreed, pointing at my dick.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I don’t mean to tease you like that.”

“What do you mean ‘tease me’? Are you sayin’ that you don’t wanna have more sex with me?” Jerry asked. “What’s the matter? Don’t you like the porn flicks I’ve been showin’ you?”

“It’s not that. The porn flicks are just fine. In fact, they’re fucking awesome! But you just finished cumming a little while ago. And I wasn’t sure if you wanted to keep on having sex with me right now.”

“Are you crazy? I’ve had plenty of pussy lately–thanks to your lovely wife. But I haven’t had my hands around another man’s dick since Jake died,” Jerry admitted, as he reached across and grabbed hold of my rapidly-stiffening dick. “And that’s way too long, as far as I’m concerned! I could certainly go for another round. And from the looks of things, you can too. But first, do you want me to clean you up a little bit? ‘Cuz it looks like you need it.”

“Sure. That’d be nice,” I told Jerry, “Thanks.”

“Good. Well, don’t go anywhere. Let me go grab a wet washcloth from the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

As Jerry was leaving to go to get the washcloth from the bathroom, the scene on the TV screen abruptly changed once again.

This new scene showed a naked Jake on top of the bed. He was down on all-fours, with his bare butt stuck up in the air, as he was “presenting himself” to his younger brother. And I knew exactly what was getting ready to happen next.

That’s when Jerry–the real Jerry–came back into the living room, sat down beside me on the sofa, and gently wiped down my penis and my scrotum with the warm, wet damp washcloth that he had in this hand.

“Would you like to do mine too, before we get started again?” Jerry asked.

“Sure,” I said, taking the washcloth from him to clean him up, like he had just finished doing to me. And while I was cleaning him, I noticed that his penis was starting to stiffen up again.

At this point, the “Jerry” on the TV screen has already moved in behind Jake, and was steadily pressing the tip of of his saliva-lubricated dick-head against Jake’s tight butt-hole muscles, until they finally gave way, to allow Jerry’s wide penis to slowly slide all the way up into Jake’s rectum.

“Would you like me to do that to you right now?” Jerry asked me enthusiastically. “‘Cuz if you want me to butt-fuck you, I’ll be more than happy to do it. I haven’t butt-fucked a guy ever since I fucked Jake that day in that video you’re watchin’ right now.”

“No, Jerry, I really don’t want you to butt-fuck me right now. Tell ya what? Why don’t we just play with each other, and then rub our dickheads together a little bit, until we both cum again. Would that be okay with you?

“Only if we forget about the ‘playing with each other’ part. I just want us to go ahead and frot ’til we cum. And we can’t do that sittin’ on a couch, side-by-side,” Jerry said, stating the obvious, as he stood up in front of the sofa, and then motioned for me to stand up, facing him.

So I got up from the couch and moved over to stand in front of Jerry, just like he was wanting me to do. I wasn’t going to argue with him over the ‘playing with each other’ part. I was more than happy at this point to let Jerry take the lead and be “in control” for a little while (I knew that guys tend to like that during sex–even during sex with other guys). And I figured that was the least I could I could to do, considering the fact that I had just refused his “offer” to butt-fuck me.

Then Jerry grabbed hold of his dick-shaft, and waived his dick from side-to-side, as he said, “Come on, Carl. Let’s knock some dickheads together. It’s been way too long since I’ve done this.”

And before I knew it, I was playfully beating and rubbing my dickhead against Jerry’s, doing some juvenile “sword fighting”, with each of us controlling the movements of our own dicks. And naturally, it didn’t take long for our playful “sword fighting” to turn into serious mutual masturbation.

Then I heard an all-too-familiar, little-girl-sounding voice chime in on the TV speakers from somewhere out of camera range, “Oh look, everyone. Daddy’s sprung a leak!”

Hearing Sally’s little girl-sounding voice made me look over at the large TV screen. And of course, Jerry’s attention abruptly shifted to the TV screen, as well.

This off-hand remark by the “Sally” on TV was followed by some very infectious giggling off-camera, which began to spread to the two on-camera participants. The camera was bouncing around at this point, which only proved to me that Sally was definitely the camera person who was shooting this particular scene between her dad and her Uncle Jerry.

The camera quickly zoomed in for an extreme close-up shot of Jake’s dick. Sally was intentionally showing all the semen that just kept leaking from the tip of Jake’s mildly-throbbing penis in long gooey streamers, and falling onto the bed below him, as he was obviously experiencing an on-going string of “sissygasms” (a.k.a. spontaneous, hands-off, prostate-induced ejaculations).

Eventually the camera zoomed back out to show that Jerry was still relentlessly pounding away at Jake’s butt-hole. And of course, Jake’s seminal fluid just kept leaking all over the place, while he was getting royally butt-fucked by his younger brother.

As soon as Jerry had finished unloading his wad inside of Jake’s rectum, he quickly pulled his huge “butt-plug of a penis” out of Jake’s “pretend-vagina”. And it actually make a noticeable popping noise, just like a cork that had been yanked out of the neck of a giant wine bottle.

Jake just stayed in that down-on-all-fours, doggie-style position, as the camera zoomed in on his now-gaping anus. Jerry’s massive wad of thick white sperm was slowly oozing out of Jake’s stretched-open anal cavity, and running down the back side of his scrotum, to finally join and mix with some of the various tiny puddles and streamers of Jake’s own freshly-ejaculated seminal fluid on the sheets, directly underneath his hips.

“Come frot with me, God damn it! I’m just about to cum!” the real Jerry warned me.

“Okay. Here ya go,” I said, turning back to face him, and then holding the tip of my dickhead pressed firmly up against the tip of his. “My dick’s all yours, Buddy.”

Jerry was very careful to keep the tip of his dickhead pressed up against mine, while he quickly hand-pumped his shaft to bring himself over the top (orgasm-wise), at which point he gladly gave my dickhead a liberal coating of his sperm.

After Jerry finally caught his breath, he said to me, “Okay, Carl. It’s your turn now.”

Jerry grabbed the tip of his dickhead with one hand on each side, pulled his large piss-hole slit far apart, and then held it that way to form what looked like a gaping elliptical hole. “Go ahead, Carl. I want you to fuck my dick.”

“What do you mean “fuck your dick”?

“I mean exactly what I said. I want you to stick the tip of your dick inside mine, and squirt you sperm down into my dick. Don’t worry. You won’t hurt me. Jake and I used to do this all the time, back when we were growin’ up.”

I carefully maneuvered my penis to insert the very tip of it–my entire piss-hole slit–down inside of Jerry’s wide, held-open urethra.

“Oh shit yeah, Carl! That’s fuckin’ neat as hell! How’s it feel to be fuckin’ my damn dick?” Jerry asked.

“God damn it, Jerry! This has to be one of the weirdest things that I’ve ever done in my entire life! I can’t believe we’re actually doin’ this right now!”

“Well, believe it, Carl. ‘Cuz we are. Now why don’t you go ahead and cum inside Uncle Jerry’s little ‘dick-pussy’? I know you want to. It looks like your dickhead’s about to explode right now. Come on, Carl. Fuck the shit out of my little ‘dick-pussy’.”

“Oh shit! You’re makin’ me cum!” I announced excitedly, and immediately began to spontaneously orgasm, without even hand-pumping my shaft at all. The next sound out of my mouth was a prolonged, guttural “ahhhhhh” sound, which was immediately followed by an extraordinarily intense feeling of tension-release and sexual satisfaction.

“Oh fuck, yes! That’s it, Carl!” Jerry said, as he felt that first strong spurt of sperm force its way down his urethral tube, towards his balls. “Oh shit! Fuck me good, Carl! I deserve it for being such as bad boy, and fucking your wife’s brains out. Give me all your fuckin’ sexy sperm, you wonderful man, you!”

The tip of my ejaculating dickhead just kept on rhythmically pulsating away down inside Jerry’s wide-open piss-hole, until the sperm was leaking out all the place.

“God damn it! God damn it! That was fucking incredible!” was all I could say to Jerry, after coming back down from my orgasmic roller coaster ride.

“You fuckin’ got that right!” Carl quickly agreed with me. “Now go ahead and pull your dick out, and watch all your sperm come out of my dick.”

I couldn’t stop staring at Jerry’s dick, as he intentionally squeezed up and down the length of his short, fat shaft, to milk my sperm out of the tip of his huge dick-head.

“Well, Boss, are we good now?” Jerry asked.

“Yeah, we’re good,” I replied, “At least, until tonight.”

“What do you mean by ‘until tonight’? Jerry asked, with a deep furrow in his brow.

“I want you to drop by Sally’s and my hotel room tonight. Here’s the address,” I said, quickly scrawling the hotel’s info and our room number down on a sticky note, and then passing the little note to Jerry. “I don’t want you to call, or anything. Just show up at our hotel room door at exactly 8:00 PM. Not one minute before that. Okay? Can you do that for me, Jerry?”

“Sure, Carl,” Jerry said to me, as he was playfully finger-rubbing some of his sperm all over the head of my dick. “But what exactly do you have in mind?”

“I want you to fuck Sally again. But this time, I want you to do it in front of me, instead of behind my back. But you’ve got to promise me first that you won’t mention a word to Sally about her being pregnant, because she doesn’t know that I found out that she’s pregnant. Do I have your word on it?”

“Yes. I promise I won’t bring up the pregnancy thing while I’m in the hotel room, or anywhere around Sally,” Jerry agreed, and then said to me, “When you said you wanted me to ‘fuck Sally again,’ you mean tonight, in your hotel room, right?”

“Of course, that’s what I mean.”

“With you there, watching us, right?”

“That’s the idea.”

“Will you be fucking her first, before I do?”

“No. I’m not gonna fuck Sally at all tonight. You are. I’m gonna sit in the chair by the bed, and quietly jack myself off, like a good little boy, while I watch you fuck my wife with that beer-can dick of yours. I don’t know why, but that cuckold kind of crap really turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.”

By the way, I had just told Jerry a little white lie about me not fucking Sally at all tonight. I fully intended to fuck her, but only after any “invited guests” had left our hotel room.

“Now, there’s one other thing, Jerry. You’ve also gotta promise me that in the future you’ll only have sex with Sally when I’m in the same room with you, and watching you guys ‘do it’. No more of that behind-my-back crap. I’m now an integral part of your long-time affair with my wife, whether you like it or not. And during sex, your main goal from now on is gonna be to please me, and not necessarily Sally. So if I ask you to jack off in front of me, while I’m busy fucking Sally, you’ll do just that, without balking. Or anything else that I ask you to do. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, sir. Loud and clear,” Jerry piped back, in a sarcastic soldier-ish type of voice.

“Good. Now, Sally doesn’t know that I’m here, or that I invited you to come over to our hotel room tonight. I’m going to tell Sally that I have a ‘special surprise’ for her tonight, and that it will be delivered to our room at 8 o’clock sharp. So don’t let me down, Jerry.”

“So I’m gonna be Sally’s ‘special surprise’ then, huh?” Jerry asked.

“Yes. Do you think you’d enjoy that, Jerry?”

“Oh fuck, yes!” Jerry quickly chimed in.

“There’s one last thing, Jerry. I don’t want you to ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ Sally tonight. I want you to take your time, and do whatever you two would naturally do together, if I weren’t there, watching you.”

“I got news for you, Carl. Sally’s not really a ‘take your time’ kind of girl. Even when you’re not there. She’s more of a ‘get right down to business’ kind of girl, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Well, I’ll see you tonight then,” I said, after putting my clothes back on, and then giving Jerry a firm hand-shake on the deal that we just made.

“Oh, by the way, there’s another guy, named Rico, that will be joining Sally and me tonight. He’ll be there in our hotel room at least an hour before you get there. I’m actually paying him $1,000.00 to fuck Sally in front of me, believe it or not. It’s a long story.”

“What? You’re paying this Rico guy to fuck Sally, but you’re not paying me?“

“That’s right. Unlike you, Rico has never fucked my wife before. He also didn’t get my wife pregnant, like you did. But don’t worry. It shouldn’t take Rico very long at all to get the ‘dirty deed’ done, and be long gone, by the time you get to our hotel room. And that’s because I’m not paying Rico to take his time and gently make love to my wife. No, sir. Rico is well-aware that I’m paying him to give the ol’ ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ intercourse experience to Sally. I even told him that I’d help hold Sally down, so that he could rape her, if that’s what it took to get the job done.”

“Is Sally okay with all this?” Jerry asked.

“With being raped? Oh hell no! She doesn’t even know about Rico yet. I mean she knows who Rico is. Heck, she couldn’t keep her hands off him last night. But he didn’t get to fuck her. And that’s because I paid him to leave, before that could happen. Trust me, it’s a long story. And I’m not gonna get into it here. But, be that as it may, tonight, Rico’s my first ‘special surprise’ for Sally. And you’re my second.

“Now don’t get me wrong. Just because I’m okay with the idea of Rico raping Sally tonight, that doesn’t mean that I want you to rape her.”

“Good! ‘Cuz I’m not comfortable doin’ somethin’ like that to Sally. After all, she is my niece.”

“Yeah. I know. But don’t forget. She’s my wife. And after the hell that she put me through last night, she deserves to get raped by some low-life jerk, like Rico.”

“So let me get this straight. You’re gonna get Rico to fuck Sally first, and then give me ‘sloppy seconds’ with her, huh? Jerry remarked.

“Yeah. But I know you don’t mind gettin’ a little sperm on your dick.”

“I don’t mind gettin’ a little sperm on your dick, either!” Jerry blurted out, and we were both laughing pretty hard, as I was leaving Jerry’s place.

“Hey, I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” I joked right back at Jerry, “It looks like I’m gonna be gettin’ “sloppy thirds”, after you stretch Sally’s pussy wide-open with that beer-can dick of yours, and turn it into Sally Caverns. It’ll be like tryin’ to fuck an elephant.”

“Yeah. But at least, she’ll be a good-lookin’ elephant!” Jerry remarked. And we both laughed out loud, as I also realized that I had accidentally let the cat out of the bag about me intending to fuck Sally tonight (after everyone else had left our hotel room).

But what made me laugh even harder was that I already knew that Sally wouldn’t be laughing tonight when she discovered Rico knocking at our hotel room door again. And I also knew that she wouldn’t be happy about her Uncle Jerry unexpectedly showing up tonight, either.

And as I was getting into my car to leave Jerry’s apartment, I couldn’t help but vividly imagine how exciting and satisfying it was going to be for me to ultimately mix my sperm with Rico’s and Jerry’s, deep down inside Sally Caverns. Talk about poetic justice…

What I didn’t know at the time, was just how far off my “predictions” would be, from the way that things would actually end up turning out tonight in that God-forsaken hotel room!

* * * * *

CHAPTER 3 – Linda’s Creampie and Sally’s Comeuppance

* * * * *

After leaving Jerry’s house, I grabbed some fast-food burgers and fries, and brought them back to our hotel room. I woke up Sally and she wolfed down her burger as fast as she could, without choking on it.

She said to me, “While you were gone, my friend, Linda, called. She sounded pretty distressed on the phone. She said that her and Pete had a hell of a fight, and that she needed someone to talk to. And so I asked her to come over to our hotel room. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not. I really like Linda a lot. And I think she’s really cute–for a black woman, that is.”

“Yeah, I can tell you really like her. You wanna fuck her, don’t you, Carl?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to. A woman can tell those kinds of things, you know? Call it instinct.”

“But she’s black,” I protested.

“And you’re white. So what,” Sally countered. “That didn’t stop our forefathers from fucking their slaves, did it?”

“Oh, come on, Sally, don’t be ridiculous. Linda’s not my slave.”

“But what if she were. Would you fuck her? Or would you turn down that little Nubian clam, between her legs?”

“Why do you care so much about whether or not I want to fuck your best friend?”

“Because I want you to fuck Linda. That’s why. And I want you to ‘do it’ right in front of me. I mean, why should you be the only one getting all the cuckold fun in this relationship? I can be a ‘cuckoldess,’ if I want to, can’t I? After all, what’s good for the gander, should be good for the goose. Right?”

“Well, sure.”

“Okay then.”

“But Linda’s a married woman. Why would she let me fuck her?”

“Because she wants to have a baby. That’s why. She and Pete have been trying for years, and still no baby to show for their efforts. That’s what they’ve been arguing about this whole time. And it’s about to tear their marriage apart. With a little bit of coaxing and guidance on my part, I’m sure that I can convince Linda to do whatever it takes to save her marriage–even if it means, fucking my husband, so that she can finally get a bun in that hot little oven of hers.

“And I promise you Pete will never be the wiser. He’s a white guy, just like you. And so even if that little mulatto baby were his, it still wouldn’t turn out looking like Pete anyway. And after you get Linda pregnant, her baby won’t turn out looking like you, either. So Pete will just assume that it’s his baby, and that he somehow managed to miraculously get Linda pregnant. And of course, Linda will be more than happy to let him go on believing that.”

“God, you are one evil little bitch, aren’t you?” I remarked.

“Yeah. And you know you love it! So what do ya say, Carl? Do you wanna fuck my best friend when she gets here? Don’t worry. I’ll get her ‘warmed up’ for you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see when she gets here. All I ask from you, is that you promise me that after today, if Linda ever wants you to fuck her again, you’ll go ahead do it–and you’ll always let me watch. Deal?”

“Damn it, Sally! What am I supposed to say to an offer like that?”

“You’re supposed to thank me for being such an understanding and cooperative wife. Don’t forget that I fucked a black man last night, just for you. Now I want you to fuck a black woman for me. Is that really too much to ask?”

“No. Of course not. I’m just a little worried. That’s all,” I admitted to Sally.

“Worried about what? That Linda will say ‘yes’? Or that she’ll say ‘no’?”

“Neither. I’m worried that you’re just teasing me right now, and that you don’t really plan to follow through with your ‘fuck my best friend’ offer, after Linda gets here.

“Oh ye of little faith,” Sally said, “I may be cruel. But I’m not that cruel. You know me better than that. I’m not a cock-tease. I would never offer a man some pussy, and then deny it to him–even if it’s not my own pussy, that I’m offering.”

“So then you really do want me to fuck Linda, right in front of you?”

“Yes, I do. And I want you to embarrass the crap out of her too!”

“Wow! What did Linda ever do to you?“

“Let’s just say we have a history together. You did know she’s ‘bi’, right?”

“No, I didn’t. But I guess I do now. Does her husband know?”

“Of course not. Did you realize that I’m bisexual?”

“No.”

“Well, neither did I. At least, not until I met Linda. That’s when everything changed. Why do you think Linda and I are always hanging out together? It isn’t for the shopping. I can promise you that.”

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, how often do you and Linda have sex together?”

“Linda and I don’t ‘have sex’ together. We ‘make love’ to one another. Just like you and I used to, back when we first got married.”

“Hey. That’s no fair!”

“I know. It’s definitely not fair. That’s why I turned to Linda that very first time, when she ‘put the moves’ on me.”

“I don’t believe it. Linda seduced you into having sex with her? Are you sure it wasn’t the other way around?”

“Yes, I’m absolutely positive.”

“So, how often do you two guys ‘get it on’ with each other?”

“I really don’t keep track. But I’d say we make love at least once or twice a week. But only when we’re not on our periods. And by the way, we’re timed together in that department, so that whenever I’m on the rag, Linda is too.”

“TMI. That’s just gross!”

“Yeah. Well how do you think we women feel about it? I mean, how would you like to bleed from your dick once a month?”

“I wouldn’t like that at all.”

“That’s what I thought. So quit giving me shit about me gettin’ some pussy, once in a while. At least Linda’s pussy is nice and clean. Unlike mine. And that’s ‘cuz Linda has only ever fucked one man in her entire life. And that’s her husband. But that’s all gonna change today, Carl. Thanks to me and you, and what we’re gettin’ ready to do.”

At that very moment, there was a series of soft knocks at the hotel room door, and then Linda’s voice outside the door, saying, “Hello? Sally? Are you there?”

“Oh, I forgot to mention that Linda doesn’t know you’re here,” Sally explained to me in a forced whisper, “She thinks I’m alone. So why don’t you go hide in the bathroom, while I get her ‘in the mood’. I’ll let you know when it’s time for you to make your big entrance, and shock the holy shit out of her! Does that sound like fun, or what?”

I just rapidly nodded my head with an ear-to-ear grin on my face, as I was quickly making my way into the bathroom, and closing the bathroom door behind me. Then I quickly turned around and placed my ear up against the vertical crack between the bathroom door and its hinges, as I listened to what was getting ready to happen next in Sally’s and my hotel room.

“Hi, Sally.”

“Hi there, Linda. So what’s up with you and Pete?”

“If I don’t get pregnant pretty soon, I think Pete’s gonna divorce me,” Linda blurted out, and then emotionally fell apart.

“Oh, Sweetie, it can’t be that bad–” Sally said to her, trying to comfort her.

“It is! Believe me. I mean, I know Pete loves me. And of course, I love him too. But he really wants for us to start having kids. And we’ve been trying for years, but he can’t seem to get me pregnant, no matter what we do or how we do it. His sperm count is simply too low. At least, that’s what our family doctor says. And we don’t have the money for that artificial insemination stuff.”

“Now, now. Don’t you worry about a thing. Why don’t we two girls just go ahead and enjoy ourselves, like we always do? Okay?”

“Okay,” Linda responded after a long moment, as she was obviously trying hard to emotionally pull herself back together.

“Well, what’re you waitin’ for?” Sally asked, instantly switching over to that sarcastic voice and sassy attitude that I was all too familiar with. “Get them clothes off, Girl! Show me those awesome, big titties of yours. Yeah, that’s it. Just like that. Now don’t you feel better? What’s up with you anyway? Why are you makin’ me do the seducing? That’s always been your department, remember? So why don’t you stop worryin’ about this whole pregnancy thing, and focus on somethin’ much more important right now; like for instance, cumming your ass off. That’s what you really need right now.”

“Oh God, Linda! Your fingers are truly magical. Don’t stop!”

“I have to, Sweetie. I mean, we need to get out of these clothes, and get into bed first. But once again, you’re the one who’s normally taking my clothes off right now.”

There was a long gap in the two women’s conversation, during which I assumed that they were both getting undressed and climbing into bed together. At least, that’s what it sounded like through the bathroom door.

Finally, I heard Sally’s voice say, “So why don’t we stop beatin’ around the bush, and get right down to business. What do ya say? You wanna ‘trib’ with me, Girlfriend?”

“Sure. Let’s do it. I’m sorry, Sally. This pregnancy thing’s got me all screwed up in the head.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing. Sally’s gonna take care of you. You’ll see,” Sally said, trying to reassure Linda.

“How? You can’t get me pregnant, no matter how much you rub your little pussy against mine. And by the way, that feels awesome.”

“Yeah, it sure does. Doesn’t it?” Sally’s voice quickly agreed. “And you’re right. I can’t get your pregnant. But my husband can. And he wants to.”

“Oh–Ca–rl,” I heard Sally’s voice calling out loudly, in three distinct, sing-songy, overly-drawn-out syllables. “It’s time for you to quit fondling yourself in the bathroom, and make your big entrance, Sweetie. I sure hope you’ve got a hard-on.”

“You bet I do!” I called back truthfully, as I was opening the bathroom door and walking into the room, where I saw a naked Linda and my equally-naked wife scissoring away. Sally was on top of Linda, aggressively doing most of the hip thrusting.

I still had my clothes on, but my erect penis was jutting out through the pulled-down zipper at the front of my pants.

As I was slowly approaching the bed, and taking off my clothing in the process, I could hear Linda frantically telling Sally, “God damn it, Sally! I can’t believe you told your husband about me. About us. Does he know everything?“

“Yes, he does,” Sally responded, as she continued trib-humping away at her best friend’s pussy mound. “Carl finds you very attractive–just like I do–and he told me that he would love nothing more than to try to help you get pregnant today. So what do ya say?”

“Are you okay with this? I mean, with your husband…you know…”

“Fucking you?” Sally interrupted, finishing Linda’s statement for her.

“Yeah. That.”

“I’m much more than just ‘okay’ with it, Sweetie. I’m the one who asked him to do it. And he’s not just doin’ it for you. He’s also doin’ it for me.“

“What do you mean ‘for you?‘” Linda asked Sally.

“Just what I said. I wanna watch my husband have sex with my best friend. That sounds kind of kinky, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it definitely does.”

“Well be that as it may, do you like Carl’s dick? Does it turn you on?”

Linda nodded her head, closing her eyes for a moment, obviously feeling pretty embarrassed.

“Tell ya what,” Sally continued. “Why don’t you go ahead and reach over, and touch it and feel it, while we’re tribbing? I’m sure Carl won’t mind. Will you, Carl?”

“No, Ma’am!” I said emphatically, climbing into bed with the two women, and kneeling beside them, to intentionally position my fully-erect penis right next to Linda’s face.

Linda grabbed hold of my dick with her hand, and began squeezing it and feeling it, while Sally continued her relentless tribbing.

“You see? That’s not so bad, is it?” Sally said to Linda.

“I’ve never had my hands on another man’s dick before,” Linda openly admitted to Sally; and then said to herself, in a much softer voice, “Oh my God. I can’t believe I’m really doing this.”

“That’s good,” Sally said. “Then you ought to be gettin’ really excited about now. Yeah, that’s it. Go ahead and cum, Baby.”

“Oh, shit! Fuuuuuck! Yeeeeees!” Linda screamed out, as she beared down, and began orgasming. I could hear the two women’s tribbing become much more noisy, as their sopping-wet vulvas kept slapping up against each other, and rubbing together.

And the whole time that she was cumming, Linda never let go of my dick.

“You see? I told you that I’d get her warmed up for you,” Sally said to me, with a devilish grin on her face, and an exaggerated wink of her eye. “Linda loves tribbing, just in case you can’t tell. Tag. You’re it,” Sally added, reaching out to playfully tap at my dick with the open, flat palm of her hand, as she climbed off of Linda’s pussy mound, and got up out of the bed to go over and sit in the chair by the side of the bed.

“Oh, I can tell alright,” I said to Sally, as I was positioning myself in between Linda’s spread legs, so that I could mount her missionary style. And I instantly noticed that, unlike Sally’s shaved-bare pussy, Linda’s entire pubic area was completely unshaven, and covered by a thick patch of kinky pubic hair.

“What are you waitin’ for, Cowboy?” Sally piped up, as she splayed her legs wide-open across the chair, and began fingering herself in earnest. “Come on. Mount that little black bitch, and let’s get this show on the road!”

At this point, Linda’s eyes were wide-open, in a shocked kind of look, as she was staring at my dick and balls, and not saying a word to me, or to Sally.

As I was gently rubbing the head of my penis up and down along the sopping-wet crack of Linda’s hairy chocolate pussy, I told her, “You know, I’ve never fucked a black woman before.”

“That’s okay,” Linda finally broke her silence to reassure me, “I’ve never fucked another woman’s husband before, either.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked Linda, giving her one last chance to back out. “I mean, I can stop right now, if you want me to. Just say the word.”

“Don’t you dare stop!” Linda reprimanded me harshly. “You’ve already gone way too far for us to turn back now. What I need you to do right now is to try to make a baby with me. So come on. Ride this ‘little black bitch’, ‘cuz she’s definitely in heat right now, and wantin’ your lily-white sperm in her pussy so badly that she can barely stand it.”

Upon hearing what Linda was just saying to me, Sally herself began experiencing an obvious orgasm, while still openly masturbating in the chair by the bed.

I simply eased my penis all the way up to into Linda’s wet pussy, in one long smooth motion. And I just left my dick buried to the hilt inside Linda, as I was trying to get used to the unique feeling of having her pussy wrapped around my erect penis. I mean, let’s face it. Every woman’s pussy feels different to a man’s dick, just like every man’s dick will feel different to a woman’s pussy.

I could barely believe that I was now fucking a black woman for the first time ever. And this wasn’t just any old black woman either. This particular black woman was cute as could be. And she was wanting me fuck her and hopefully get her pregnant. And my wife was sitting right there in the chair by the bed, watching me fuck her best friend. God, what a mental turn-on this whole situation was for me! It was like Heaven on Earth, as far as I was concerned. I could easily get used to this “cuckoldess” stuff.

“Well, what’re you waitin’ for, Carl?” Linda softly prodded me when she realized that I wasn’t thrusting away at her fuck-hole yet.

“Yeah, Carl. What’re you waitin’ for?” Sally sarcastically chimed right in.

“Nothing,” I said, and started humping away at Linda’s pussy like a madman. But as I was thrusting away, I was very careful to keep my whole torso supported on my stiffened-out arms, so that my pelvic area and my thighs were the only areas of my body that were actually coming into direct contact with Linda’s body.

The main advantage to this position, was that I could look down at Linda’s large breasts, and watch them bounce up and down on top of her own chest, while she was humping against my pubic bone with her pelvis. It also made the intercourse seem less personal. And I was pretty sure that Sally didn’t want me to ‘make love’ to her best friend. Sally had simply told me that she wanted me to ‘fuck’ her best friend. So I was trying to keep things as “clinical” as possible between Linda and me, and yet still “do the dirty deed” together.

At any rate, due to my extreme mental sexual excitement, I knew, right from the get-go, that this taboo intercourse wasn’t destined to last very long at all. But I was still determined to make the best of the short time that I did have.

So I banged away at that foreign-feeling pussy (and yes, Linda’s pussy did feel very foreign and strange to my dick, because I had been 100% faithful to Sally throughout our marriage, and so Sally’s pussy was the only pussy that my dick was used to being inside of). And within less than a minute, I began unloading my wad of sperm deep inside Linda’s baby-making canal.

Meanwhile, Linda was being a consummate cheerleader, saying things to me like, “That’s it, Carl!” and “Give me all that wonderful man-seed of yours!” and “I need you to get me pregnant!”

As I finally melted on top of her, basking in my orgasmic after-glow, Linda just kept saying short phrases to me, like “Thank you!” and “You’re awesome!”

Meanwhile, I was noticing how great her large boobs felt, under the weight of my bare chest, which was now directly on top of hers. Linda’s “D”-cup size breasts were acting as two human pillows, providing lots of cushioning, the likes of which I had never felt whenever I was lying on top of my own wife’s small-breasted chest, after making love to her.

And Linda was giving me one of the best back massages that I had ever experienced at the end of a good fucking. I wondered why Sally never massaged my back, like that.

And I couldn’t understand why Pete seemed to be in such a hurry to divorce such an awesome woman like Linda, just because he couldn’t manage to get her pregnant.

Heck, I was hoping that I didn’t manage to get her pregnant, either. Because I really wanted the opportunity to fuck Linda again. And maybe next time, the fucking might even last a little bit longer–despite my “cuckoldess” wife watching me fuck her best friend. But I knew that I would just have to wait and see what happened.

Sally finally broke the silence by saying, “Okay, you two. Break it up!”

Then Sally turned her attention towards her best friend, “Linda, it’s time for you to go home now, so that I can have a little private time with my husband. I don’t mean to be rude. But I’m so horny from watchin’ you guys ‘go at it’, that I can’t see straight right now. And I think you’ve already got enough of my husband’s sperm in your pussy to do the trick. Let me know if that rabbit dies. Okay?”

“I will,” I heard Linda say to Sally, as I was easing my sperm-soaked penis out of Linda’s warm, sopping-wet baby-making hole. “And thank you, Sally, for sharing your wonderful husband with me.”

“Ah, it wasn’t that big of a deal,” Sally said to Linda. “Carl’s been wantin’ to fuck another woman for years now. All I did was give him permission to do it. You ought to be thankin’ him.”

“I already did,” Linda said.

“Yeah, I know,” Sally remarked. “I was here the whole time, remember?”

“God, I hope I get pregnant,” Linda said to Sally.

“I don’t,” I jumped in on the conversation. “I wanna fuck you some more, Girl.”

“Now, Carl,” Sally chided me, “There’s no need for you to be so crass and vulgar about it! If Linda needs to get inseminated by you again, I’ll make sure she gets you in her bed again. And I’ll be right there watching, just like I was a few minutes ago.”

“Sally,” Linda said, as she was getting out of bed, and getting ready to go into the bathroom and take a quick shower, before leaving, “You’ve always been so good to me. You’re the best friend a woman could ever have!”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, young lady,” a still-naked Sally replied, and then gave Linda a long, passionate French-kiss.

“You too,” Linda replied, after the kiss had run its course. And then she turned to go to the hotel bathroom and “freshen up a bit,” before finally leaving our hotel room to go back to her house–and to her not-so-understanding husband.

As soon as Linda had closed the hotel room entrance door behind her, Sally jumped up and started getting dressed.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked her. “I thought you said you were still feeling horny.”

“I am. It’s just that I’m feelin’ much more hungry, than I am horny right now. And I really need to eat something that’s not your dick,” Sally said very sarcastically.

“I brought some burgers back with me,” I said.

“Yeah. But they’re cold as shit right now. Let’s go somewhere, and get something good to eat,” Sally insisted. “Then we can come back here, and take care of that horniness that I’m still feelin’. What do ya say, Carl?”

“Let’s do it,” I said, and started getting dressed, right along with Sally, so that we could leave the hotel room, and go have dinner together at a nice restaurant somewhere close.

We got back to the hotel room at around 7:30 in the evening, where we both changed into our comfortable and skimpy evening attire. Sally ended up wearing a tank top with no bra, and a pair of very-plain-looking cotton panties, and some low-cut white cotton athletic socks. And I was in a T-shirt, with my boxer-briefs and socks on.

We were lying in bed, watching the hotel room TV, when a loud series of knocks came at the hotel room entrance door.

I got up to answer the door, assuming that it was Sally’s Uncle Jerry at the door, and that he had arrived about 30 minutes too early. Instead, I was immediately attacked by Rico, who had rushed into the room, flipped open a switch blade knife, and was now holding that knife to my throat.

Barging into our hotel room, right behind Rico, was his black friend, Henry. The same Henry from the night before. Except that this time, he was brandishing a Saturday Night Special revolver that he was pointing directly at Sally, as he quickly closed and locked the hotel room door behind him, and then rushed past Rico to sit down in the plush chair that was located in the corner of the room, across from the foot of the bed and the bathroom door.

“Tell your puta to get her fucking clothes off right now, or I’ll cut your fucking throat, esé!” Rico threatened me, in his thick Mexican accent.

Upon hearing Rico’s threats, Sally immediately pulled off her tank top and her panties, as she was glaring daggers at Henry. And then she turned her attention back to Rico, who was still standing inside the doorway, holding a switchblade under my chin. “Please don’t hurt my husband,” Sally pleaded with Rico.

“That depends on if you cooperate with me, or not. It’s your choice, you cock-teasing little bitch!” Rico answered right back to Sally. “I’ll tell you one thing. No one gets away with teasing this ‘verga’ , like you did last night,” Rico added, pointing down at his crotch, as he was referring to his own penis by using the Spanish slang term for “cock”.

“Now, get over here, and suck your husband’s ‘verga’, you little bitch!” Rico ordered.

“God damn it, Rico!” I said, as Sally knelt down in front of me, pulled my dick out of the left leg-hole of my underwear, stuck it into her mouth, and began dutifully sucking away on it. “You don’t have to do this. We had an agreement. Remember? Last night, I paid you to go away, and never come back to this hotel room.”

“You can keep your fucking money, Cabrón. I don’t want it. I only want to borrow that sexy ‘panocha ‘ between your wife’s legs for a few minutes. That’s all. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Do you?” Rico said to me. “And your wife’s gonna fuck the shit out of me, too. And she’s gonna do it right in front of you, esé. That is, unless she wants something bad to happen to you.”

“Speaking of which, why don’t you put that knife down, Rico. There’s no need for violence here. I’m sure Sally will be more than happy to cooperate with you. Won’t you, Sally?”

Sally nodded her head in agreement, hummed out a guttural “uh-huh” through her nose, as she continued to suck away on my dick-head.

“Besides, Henry’s sitting over there, with a gun pointed at us. I don’t think you’re in any danger from us right now,” I said to Rico, trying to reason with him.

Rico hesitantly pulled the switchblade away from my throat, closed it up, and stuck it into his back pants-pocket. And I breathed a big sigh or relief.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Rico looked down and said to Sally, “You can stop sucking your husband’s dick now, and start sucking mine, ‘mi putita’.”

“Did you just call my wife ‘your little whore’?” I asked.

“Sí. ‘Cuz that’s all she is to me right now. So what’re you gonna do about it, Gringo?” Rico asked me, unzipping his pants and pulling his partially-erect dick out, so that Sally could begin working her “oral magic” on it.

“Nothing,” I replied, “And that’s because I want my wife to be your little whore right now, Rico. And I want you to fuck the shit out of her, right in front of me.”

Sally abruptly stopped sucking Rico’s dick to blurt out, “What the hell are you talkin’ about, Carl? I’m fertile right now. And I don’t wanna have Rico’s baby. Please believe me! I’m not lying to you, Carl!”

“But I saw that email you sent to Linda,” I countered. “You know? The one where you were telling her how happy you were to be pregnant once again.”

“It was all a lie, Carl. I swear to you. Call it ‘wishful thinking’, if you want. Why do you think I asked Linda not to tell anyone else about it?”

“I don’t get it. Haven’t you spent the last three months trying to get knocked up by your Uncle Jerry?”

Sally just stared at me for a few moments, with her mouth wide open in disbelief. And then she finally said to me, “Okay, okay. Yes, you’re right, Carl. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing.”

“And you’ve been doing it behind my back too, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have. And you must think I’m one sick puppy for doing that. And I probably am. But you really don’t understand me, deep down inside, Carl. You never have, and you never will. And that’s because you didn’t grow up in an incestuous environment, like I did–” Sally admitted, right before she got rudely cut off by Rico.

“So when are you gonna shut the fuck up, and suck my God damn dick, Puta?” Rico demanded.

“Fuck you, Rico!” Sally spewed out vitriolically, and then added, with as much sarcasm as she could muster, “You can just wait for your God damn turn, you son of a bitch! Can’t you see that I’m having a serious conversation with my husband right now? What the fuck is wrong with you anyway? I’ll get back to your fuckin’ blowjob when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before! Comprende?”

“Now where was I?” Sally abruptly shifted her attention back to me, so that she could continue on with her story. “Oh yeah. My own father was my very first sex partner, and also the first love of my life. And don’t forget that I’m the one who seduced him into taking my virginity, back when I was just a young girl. That’s pretty sick, huh?

“Well anyway, it was Dad who turned my Uncle Jerry into much more than just an uncle, when he invited Uncle Jerry to become part of our ‘special relationship’.

“And after Dad died, I continued having sex with my Uncle Jerry, because frankly, I had promised my dad that I would.

“And besides, it was always lots of fun, having sex with Uncle Jerry. I really loved my uncle’s bubbly personality. And his super-fat dick never failed to give me ‘lady-quakes’, just like Dad’s used to. And so, it was only natural for me to want my Uncle Jerry to get me pregnant, if for no other reason than he reminded me a lot of my own father. And as you already know, my father was the first man to ever get me pregnant.

“But even though we’ve been having lots of unprotected sex over the last three months, Uncle Jerry still hasn’t managed to get me pregnant yet. And that’s the honest-to-God truth, Carl.

“I’m still fertile as hell. And I’m ovulating right now, just like I told you last night. And I really don’t want Rico dumping a load of his Mexican sperm inside my baby-making hole. Help me, Carl. Please–“

“I think it’s a little too late for that,” I said to Sally, rudely cutting off her plea for help, as I was looking down at Rico’s fully-erect penis, which was right in front of Sally’s face.

And I have to admit that there was a part of me–deep down inside–that wanted to reach down and wrap my hand around Rico’s bare erect dick, and start jacking him off. So I definitely realized that Sally wasn’t the only ‘sick puppy’ in our strange family. Maybe that’s why I always cut her so much slack, and always forgave her so easily for her numerous ‘indiscretions’.

“Yeah, Sally,” Rico–who had been fondling his own penis the entire time throughout Sally’s and my heated conversation–chimed in sarcastically, “Carl’s right. It’s a little too late for that. Now stand up, and spread your fucking legs apart, and let me play with that sweet, little ‘panocha’ of yours. Yeah. That’s it. Just like that.”

Sally was now standing right in front of Rico, with her legs spread apart, as she was letting him finger her baby-bare pussy.

While he was doing that to her, Sally automatically reached across into Rico’s crotch, and she began fondling and playing with his stiff dick and his balls. And she didn’t need Rico to tell her to do that, because she already knew exactly what Rico wanted from her. It was the same thing that any man would want in the same situation.

At first, I was staring a Rico’s pussy-fingering hand, and also at my wife’s dick-groping hands. But then I looked up and took a quick glance across the room to see Henry, still sitting in the chair on the other side of the room. But he had placed the gun on the floor at the one side of the chair. And he now had his pants partially-pulled down, and he was actively masturbating, while he was watching Sally and Rico “go at it”.

I was doing the exact same thing as Henry was, except I was doing it in a standing position, and with my dick and balls sticking out the left leg-hole of my boxer-briefs.

The next thing I knew, Rico ordered Sally to bend over the side of the bed, and spread her legs apart, with her ass sticking up in the air. And she followed his “requests” to the letter, as he was getting her into the body-position that he wanted her in.

Then, Rico moved in very close to stand right behind the bent-over Sally. He grabbed hold of her hips–one hand one side–and immediately shoved his blood-engorged member all the way up into her vagina, causing her to let out a squeal and gasp for air.

Then he energetically humped away at Sally’s pussy for what seemed like a little over a minute, before he just couldn’t manage to hold back his orgasm any longer.

“Oh, shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” Sally screamed out over and over again, like a broken record, as she felt Rico’s penis pulsating inside her vagina, which inevitably caused her to experience her own orgasm. That’s just the way that Sally’s sexually wired. She always automatically orgasms, whenever she’s being fertilized by a guy. And I do mean any guy. Even Rico.

Once Sally came back to her senses, she told Rico, “Get your dick out of my pussy, you son of a bitch! And get the fuck out of here, before I call the cops, and tell ’em you raped me just now!”

Then she turned towards me and begged me, “God damn it, Carl! Get this shit out of me! I don’t want Rico’s filthy, low-life sperm in my pussy! I don’t wanna have a kid that turns out like Rico!”

“What do you want me to do about it?” I asked Sally.

“Go and get me a douche bag, or something, damn it! I’ll get this shit out myself, if I have to,” Sally replied, still bent over the mattress with her legs spread apart, seemingly afraid to move out of that position. Rico’s freshly-ejaculated, excess sperm was slowly leaking out of Sally’s vaginal opening, and flowing down her crack of her vulva, to form little sperm streamers that were dripping from the tip of her clitoris, down onto the carpeted hotel room floor, between her spread-apart feet.

“Oh no, you won’t,” Henry ominously threatened Sally, as he was approaching her from the other side of the room. “‘Cuz I’m gonna push it in even deeper. And you’re gonna let me do it.”

And with that remark, Henry moved in behind Sally’s freshly-creampied, dripping vulva; and he placed his hands on her butt-cheeks.

And Sally began crying her eyes out, and pleading with Henry, saying things like, “Please don’t do this to me, Henry.”

But unfortunately for Sally, her pleas were all falling on deaf ears. Henry obviously only had one thing on his mind, and nothing was going to deter him from his “goal”.

Henry forcefully shoved his long, swollen member all the way up to the hilt into Sally’s baby-making hole. Then he began thrusting away at that precious, moist, fertile sheath between her legs, pistoning his penis in and out of her at break-neck speed.

Rico and I were both standing there, with our mouths wide open, watching this all take place, right in front of us. The only difference was that while Rico was just standing there with a rapidly-softening penis and watching Henry fuck the crap out of my wife’s sloppy-seconds pussy, I was busy masturbating like crazy.

I could tell by the way that Henry was thrusting so energetically that he wasn’t going to be able to last very long. And it turned out that my assumption was correct. Within less than a couple of minutes, Henry unloaded his wad deep inside of Sally’s vagina, with Rico and me watching the whole thing take place.

And of course, despite the fact that she was still in tears and sobbing away, Sally ended up orgasming her ass off, while getting fertilized by Henry. It truly amazed me that Sally could be crying, and also orgasming her ass off, at the same time.

As soon as Henry had finished fertilizing my wife’s vagina, he unceremoniously pulled out of Sally, treating her as if she were his breeding bitch, and nothing more. And he sauntered back to his plush chair on the other side of the room, before plopping himself down in it, and then saying to me, “Okay, Carl. Now it’s your turn.”

“You mean, you want me to fuck my wife, right in front of you?” I asked, just making sure that I really heard what I thought I heard.

“Yeah,” said Henry, “You watched us ‘do it’. Now it’s our turn to watch you. Right, Rico?”

“You got that right, Brother. It’s our turn now, Carl. So come on, mister big shot. Let’s see what you got,” Rico challenged me.

So I moved in behind Sally, who was still bent over the mattress with her legs spread apart, and sobbing softly. And I grabbed hold of my shaft, and rubbed the head of my dick up and down along her leaky, creampied pussy crack, getting a mixture of Rico’s sperm and Henry’s sperm (along with Sally’s own sexual juices) all over my dick-head.

Then, unlike Rico and Henry, I gently eased my penis up into Sally’s fuck-hole, and began the required rhythmic hip-thrusting movements.

“That’s it, Carl,” Henry called out from across the room, “Let’s make sure that little bitch gets pregnant tonight!”

“Fucking A!” Rico enthusiastically agreed with Henry. “I’ve always wanted a son.”

“Oh yeah? Well I want a daughter,” Henry fired back at Rico, and then turned his attention back towards me, “What about you, Carl. What do you want? A boy, or a girl?”

“I wanna get this ‘little bitch’ pregnant right now! That’s what I want!” I yelled back at both men. And they both had a good laugh at that one.

The funny part was that I wasn’t joking with them at all. I have never fucked a woman, without also trying to get her pregnant. To me, that was–and is–the whole point of “fucking”. Even if I know that the woman in question is on birth control at the time, once I’m humping away at her vagina, I still find myself inevitably fantasizing that her birth control measures are failing, and that I’m actually getting her pregnant, as a result. And that thought, in and of itself, never fails to raise my sexual excitement up to a whole new level–which ironically, causes me to release even more sperm during my much-stronger orgasm and ejaculation.

And right now, I didn’t even have to pretend, or fantasize, like I normally did during intercourse. I knew that Sally definitely wasn’t using any form of birth control, and that I was busy humping away at her sweet, fertile baby-making hole. It doesn’t get any better than that, as far as I’m concerned.

And the best part was that Sally wasn’t crying anymore. I can only assume that she was finally somehow comforted by the fact that she now had her lover’s penis inside her vagina.

And before too long, I had her moaning away, and moving her hips back and forth, meeting each of my inward thrusts with her own. At some point, she lifted her head up off the bed, and without looking at me at all, said out-loud, “Come on, Carl. Squirt your sperm in me, you son of a bitch! And let’s get this whole thing over with.”

“Hey!” Henry jumped in, “What’s with the attitude, Girl? You should be thankful that your husband’s taking his time with you.”

“Fuck you, Henry!” Sally yelled back.

“It looks to me like you’re the only one getting fucked here,” Henry remarked, and then burst out laughing. And naturally, Rico laughed, right along with him.

And while the two men were still laughing at Henry’s observation, I start cumming deep inside my wife’s fertile pussy.

And I felt Sally’s vagina immediately clamp down around my pulsating penis, as her orgasming vaginal muscles were rhythmically and repeatedly squeezing my dick-shaft. I also felt her warm little gushes of sexual fluids and urine running down my balls. And for a few, precious moments, it felt like I was in Heaven. Sally could be a real squirter, when she was in the right mood.

As I was coming down from my own orgasmic high, I quickly became aware that Henry and Rico seemed thrilled and extremely amused by the fact that Sally was “peeing” all over herself, and me, and the floor, between her spread legs.

I didn’t find it amusing at all. Sally now had the sperm of three different men right up next to her fertile womb. And there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it now. So I eased my dick out of Sally’s warm, wet pussy, and stuffed my package back inside the leg-hold of my boxer-briefs, assuming that everything was over with now, and that the two men would soon be leaving our hotel room.

Boy was I wrong about that!

“I’m gonna fuck your wife again, esé. Just ‘cuz I can,” Rico said to me, as he gestured down towards his now-erect penis, and then looked over at Henry, “Is that okay with you, Henry? Can I fuck this little bitch some more?”

“Sure, Rico. Go right ahead. Be my guest,” Henry calmly answered back. “I should be ready to go again, after you’re done. And then Carl can go again, after me.”

Sally was still bent over the bed, with her legs spread apart and her ass up in the air, when Rico ordered her to get up on top the bed, and to lie on her back with her legs spread apart. He then told her to play with her pussy, and finger-fuck herself in front of all three of us.

And of course, Sally continued to cooperate completely with Rico’s latest “requests”.

At this point, I realized that things had gotten way out-of-hand. Sure, I had paid Rico to come by our hotel room tonight, and pretend that he was threatening me with his switchblade, so that Sally would willingly cooperate with him, and allow him to have sexual intercourse with her. That was my original goal, and the whole reason why I invited Rico over tonight.

But I didn’t plan on Rico bringing Henry along with him, even though I had specifically told Henry that I didn’t need his “services” tonight. And I sure didn’t expect Henry to pull a gun out of his pocket, to back up Rico’s fake threats. That really concerned–and scared–me. I hoped and prayed that Henry was just playing along with Rico’s and my “little cuckold game”. But the truth is, I really didn’t know why Henry brought the revolver with him.

And now I was feeling pretty bad about everything. Especially about all the shit that Sally was going through right now. She had just been gang banged by three men, one right after another. And that definitely was not in my original plans for tonight. Rico was supposed to fuck Sally in front of me, and then leave our hotel room. Then Jerry was supposed show up, fuck Sally in front of me, and then leave our hotel room. And then, finally I was going to make love to Sally and her freshly-creampied pussy, with no one else around.

But instead, Rico, Henry and I had all taken turns gang banging my wife. And then, Rico decided that one time wasn’t enough for him. So there we all were, getting ready to gang bang Sally a second time, while we were watching her put on a “sex show” in front of us.

After a little while, Rico told Sally, “Come on, Puta. You’re boring us. Put some effort into it. Entertain us! Tell you what. Why don’t you take off one of your socks, and wipe off your ‘panocha’ with it?”

Rico turned to Henry and said, “That’d be really entertaining, wouldn’t it, Henry?”

“Yeah, Rico. That’d be pretty bad-ass!” Henry agreed.

And then we all watched as Sally pulled off her left ankle sock, neatly folded it in half, and then wiped off her wet, shaved-bare vulva with it.

“That’s really good!” Rico praised her. “Now put that sock in your mouth.”

“What?” Sally replied, totally shocked by what Rico had just told her to do.

“You heard me, Putita!” Rico said, and then added in a slow patronizing tone-of-voice, as if he were talking to a small child, “Put…that sock…in your mouth. Comprende?”

“But it’s so dirty and nasty!” Sally tried to argue back.

“Just like you are. So you should have no problem doing this for us,” Rico commented, and then added, “Oh yeah, and go ahead and finger yourself, while you’re sucking on your sock. By the way, take your other sock off first. I wanna see both of your feet.”

And Sally hesitantly did exactly what Rico told her to do. I must say, it was quite a funny sight to behold. There was Sally, with a mouthful of sock, making her face look funny, with her cheeks all puffed-out, while she was fingering herself. Of course, I’m sure Sally didn’t think it was funny at all.

Rico, who had been staring at Sally’s bare feet, ever since she had taken off that first sock of hers, finally said to her, “Make yourself cum, God damn it! I know you can fit more fingers than that in that nasty panocha of yours. Show me how many fingers it takes to make you cum.”

Upon hearing that, Sally shoved three of her held-together fingers up into her own vagina, and began actively frigging herself, using her held-together fingers like a large dildo. And it didn’t take long for Sally to make herself cum.

And when she did, she closed her eyes, and bit down on her wadded-up sock. And she squirted all over her own fingering-fucking hand, leaving a large puddle on the mattress, between her spread-apart thighs.

But this time, Rico and Henry weren’t laughing or making rude comments about Sally’s having just “peed” all over own her hand and the bed. Instead, both men were quietly staring at Sally’s crotch, as they were adeptly fondling their own fully-erect penises.

While Sally had her eyes closed and was busy riding her orgasmic wave, Rico climbed up on top of the bed to position himself between her spread legs. And as soon as she pulled her fingers out of her own pussy, Rico mounted her missionary style, causing her to open up her eyes, just in time for Rico to yank the sock out of her mouth, and plant an unwanted kiss, right on her lips.

And before she knew it, Rico had his hands all over Sally’s small breasts, and he was licking up and down her neck, while he was thrusting away at her vagina.

“Come on, Baby. Kiss me. You know you want to. Give me some tongue, my putita!” Rico ordered, as he stuck his own tongue out at Sally, and wiggled it from side-to-side.

Then Rico leaned forward, with his chest directly on top of Sally’s. And he pressed his lips up against hers, hoping that they would part, and give way to his own tongue.

And of course, Sally’s closed lips finally did part, as she suddenly began French-kissing Rico like crazy, and wouldn’t even let him come up for air.

Then Sally grabbed hold of Rico’s butt-cheeks with both hands, and she pulled his pelvis and his pubic bone right up against hers, intentionally pulling his dick deep into her own fertile baby-making hole.

And then Rico began gently rocking his hips in and out, to thrust his penis inside Sally’s vagina, at a slow and deliberate pace.

I watched in amazement, as Sally began making love to Rico. This was the same low-life Hispanic guy that Sally claimed to hate. And yet, there she was, right in front of me, not just fucking this guy; but making love to him, as if he were her boyfriend, or her husband. As if he were me, for Christ’s sake.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing with my own eyes. But I couldn’t deny what was taking place, right in front of me. And it definitely gave me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. But, to be totally honest, it also turned me on like crazy, watching those two passionately “go at it”.

This time, when Rico was getting ready to orgasm, he let Sally know that he was just about to cum.

And Sally immediately reacted to that piece of “news”, by spreading her legs as far apart as she could, pulling Rico’s hips and pubic bone right up against hers, and firmly holding onto his butt-cheeks, while he was busy unleashing another wad of his Hispanic semen, right up against the firm neck of her fertile uterus.

And of course, Rico’s ejaculation triggered Sally to orgasm, right along with him. And she was vocalizing loudly, just like she always does, during one of her strong orgasms.

And that’s when there were several knocks at the hotel room entrance door.

So I went over to answer the door. At this point, I was the only person in the room who had their underwear all the way on. I looked down at my watch, and it was just a little after 8 o’clock. And so I naturally assumed that I would be opening the door for Sally’s Uncle Jerry, so that he could “join in on the fun”.

But when I swung the hotel room door wide-open, I was freaked out to see Sally’s best friend, Linda, standing right there in front me.

Linda immediately barged into the hotel room, right past me, as she was excitedly spewing out, “I’m sorry to bother you guys. I really am. But I accidentally left my wedding rings on the bathroom counter. And Pete’ll kill me if he doesn’t see ’em on my left hand.”

During her “verbal vomiting”, Linda had made a beeline straight for the hotel room’s bathroom, and retrieved her engagement ring and her wedding band, before coming back out of the bathroom. And only then, did she realize that something wasn’t “right” with this whole situation.

But for Linda, it was too late now. She looked like a deer in the headlights while she was standing there motionless, and staring directly at Henry’s large erect penis, which was directly in front of her, just a few feet away.

“My, my, who do we have here?” Henry said, sounding very much like the bald, black Un-Cola Man from the old 7-UP soda TV ads. “Your are sure a pretty little black girl! Why don’t you take your clothes off, and stay a while?” Henry added, with a dead-serious look in his eye, and then casually picked up his Saturday Night Special from the floor, next to his plush chair, and then pointed the gun straight at her.

“Hey, Rico,” Henry yelled across the room to Rico, who was collapsed on top of Sally in the bed, “How would you like to fuck some black pussy, for a change?”

“I can’t do it right now, Man,” Rico answered, “But I’ll take you up on that ‘black pussy offer’ later, if that’s okay with you. Why don’t you go first, this time?”

“Sure. After all, believe it or not, I’ve never fucked a black girl before. This will be a brand new experience for me,” Henry admitted to Rico, and then shifted his attention back to Linda.

“I told you to get your fuckin’ clothes off, bitch! Why are you just standin’ there, lookin’ at me? We got some fuckin’ to do, Girl!”

“Yes, sir,” a shocked Linda answered, in a very quiet voice, “I’m taking my clothes off now.” And then she proceeded to slowly remove all her clothes, while Henry was staring at her nakedness, and teasingly fondling his big dick in front of her with his right hand. He was still holding his gun pointed at her with his left hand.

“Tell ya what. Why don’t you come over here, and suck on this ‘bad boy’ for a little while,” Henry suggested, gesturing towards his erect penis, as he was using his penile muscles to repeatedly expand and then contract it, causing his dick to move around, all on its own, without him actually touching it with his hands. “That should get your pussy nice and wet for me. What do you think?”

“I think you’re right about that,” Linda said, obviously realizing the very real danger that she was in. She got down on her knees, and began giving oral sex to Henry, treating his dick and his balls as if they were the best things since sliced bread.

Within a few minutes, Linda shuddered noticeably, as she was experiencing a mild orgasm. And then she pulled her mouth up off of Henry’s dick-head, and said to him, “I think I’m ready for you now. My pussy’s nice and wet.”

And to emphasize her point, Linda stood up, facing Henry, with her kinky pubic bush right in front of his face. Then she spread her legs apart a little bit, and she ran her middle finger up and down her moist pussy crack, before sticking her fingertip into her mouth, to taste her own wetness, and then to react to it, as if it were ambrosia from the gods.

Linda coyly turned her back on Henry, and walked to the foot of the bed, and climbed up on top of it. She flipped over onto her back, right next to Sally, and then spread her legs apart, as she said to Henry, “Well, come on. What’re you waitin’ for? Let’s see what you can do with that ‘bad boy’ of yours. Let’s see if you can make this black girl cum some more.”

Henry put the gun back down on the floor, got up from the plush chair, and approached the foot of the bed, telling Linda, “Oh, I’ll make you cum alright. Don’t you worry about that.”

Sally turned to Linda, and quietly said in a forced whisper, “I’m sorry that you got caught up in all this.”

“I’m not,” Linda replied, whispering back. “The truth is, I’ve never fucked a black man before. And now, I’m finally getting the chance to do that. Besides, I think Henry’s a fairly good-looking guy, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do,” Sally quietly replied, as Henry was busy mounting her best friend in a missionary style position. “His dick’s gonna fill you up too, Girl. You’ll see.”

At this point, Linda was experiencing Henry’s large dick for herself, as he slowly eased it into her vagina, all the way up to the hilt. And then Henry began humping away at her pussy. And it didn’t take Linda very long to start cumming, over and over again.

“You see, Girl,” Henry said, “I told you I was gonna make you cum.”

“But can you get me pregnant?” Linda teasingly replied. “That’s the big question.”

“I’m sure as hell gonna try. Hold on, Girl. Here I come,” Henry said. And then, as if on cue, he released his pent-up wad of sperm deep inside Linda’s fuck-hole.

Linda went absolutely ape-shit while Henry was fertilizing her. She was screaming and yelling out all sorts of profanities.

After Henry collapsed on top of her, Linda turned to me and said, “I suppose you’re gonna fuck me next, right?”

“Nope,” I answered back, shaking my head, “Sally is.”

And I knew that I had just thrown Sally a “curve ball” that she wasn’t prepared to deal with.

“What’re you talkin’ about, Carl?” Sally instantly piped up. “I can’t fuck Linda.”

“But you can trib with her, just like you were doing earlier this afternoon,” I suggested, watching Sally’s cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I’m sure Rico and Henry would love to see that.”

“You bet I would!” Rico chimed in. “Let’s see some lezzie action, esé!”

“Hell, yes!” Henry seconded, as he was climbing off the top of Linda, and getting out of bed to move back to his chair in the corner of the room.

Sally rolled over on top of Linda, carefully “mounted” her, and then began rubbing her baby-bare vulva against Linda’s hairy, freshly-creampied pussy mound, while we three guys all watched this latest “sex show”. And Sally put on a really good one for us, too. As she naturally became more and more sexually excited, Sally’s initial embarrassment quickly faded away, to reveal the exhibitionist that she truly was. At one point, while we guys were all cheering her on, Sally even squirted all over Linda’s pussy.

That ended up getting Rico so excited, that he jumped up onto the bed, and pushed Sally off of Linda, literally flipping her over, directly onto her back, so that he could mount Sally for the third time that night.

“Hey,” Sally said to Rico, “You’re supposed to fuck Linda next, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but that’s okay. I’ll let your husband go next. He can fuck her, while I’m fucking you. How about that?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Sally said to Rico, and shifted her attention to me for a moment, “You don’t mind? Do you, Sweetie?”

“Oh, what the hell,” I replied to Sally. “Go ahead and do whatever you want. I really don’t care anymore.”

Upon hearing my apathetic response, Sally turned her attention back to Rico, kissing him passionately, while the two of them coupled up again, and began having yet another session of unprotected sexual intercourse.

And that’s when there was another unexpected series of loud knocks at the hotel room entrance door.

I went to answer the door. And when I opened it, I was very relieved to find Sally’s Uncle Jerry standing right in front of me, with a large grin on his face.

“You’re late!” I complained to him, in a forced whisper. “Where on earth have you been?”

“I was gettin’ my own little surprise for you,” Jerry answered me back in a similar forced whisper, and then stepped over to one side to let me see that there was a very attractive woman who had been standing behind him. “You do know Sally’s older sister, Cindy, right? Well, she’s in town right now, and she came over to visit me. Well, we got to talkin’, and she said she thinks you’re real cute, and that she really wants you to fuck her. But only if her younger sister doesn’t mind sharing you with her. And that’s why I brought her over here with me tonight.”

“Oh, I don’t think Sally’s gonna mind one single bit. She’s kind of ‘preoccupied’ right now, if you get my drift,” I explained to Jerry as I gestured toward the bed where Rico and Sally were fucking like rabbits. “Tell ya what. Why don’t you two come on in, and take your clothes off, and stay a while, as my friend, Henry, over there likes to say.”

Henry waved at the Jerry and Cindy with a shit-eaten grin on his face. He was sitting in the chair across the room, by the foot of the bed, with his legs splayed far apart and his “junk” plainly visible to everyone in the room.

“Damn! He’s got a nice big dick on him!” Jerry remarked to me, looking back over his shoulder for just a moment, as he was making his way into the room, to go meet Henry.

As soon as Cindy entered the hotel room, she had her eyes glued to Rico and her younger sister in the bed. And she just quietly stood there for several minutes, watching the two “new love birds” fuck.

I couldn’t believe that Sally’s older sister was standing there, right in front of me. I had always fantasized about having sex with her.

She and Sally didn’t even look like they were sisters at all. Cindy was a natural red-head. And she was actually better-looking than Sally (by just a little bit, mind you). And Cindy had something that Sally didn’t: real boobs, as opposed to Sally’s “glorified nipple mounds”. Let’s just say that Cindy was definitely a “B” or “C”-cup girl.

It seemed like Cindy was in shock over what she was witnessing first-hand. So I asked her, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

And Cindy just nodded her head slowly, and began the process of methodically removing all her clothing–one piece at a time, and then dropping each piece of clothing on the floor, right beside her feet–while she continued to stare at the coupled-up couple in the bed. Every so often, Cindy would also glance across the room at her now-buck-naked Uncle Jerry, who had his hands–and his mouth–wrapped around Henry’s sexy-looking, dark-skinned penis.

And as soon as Sally’s older sister was naked, I noticed that she had something else that Sally didn’t have: a hairy pussy. Cindy’s unusual-looking, pale-pink-colored pussy was covered with a sparse layering of fine, reddish-orange pubic hair.

Cindy finally turned her head towards me, and spoke to me, as she unexpectedly confessed to me, “I’m already wet down there. You can ‘do me’ on the floor, if you want. I really don’t mind.”

Then she boldly placed the open palm of her hand directly on the crotch panel at the front of my boxer-briefs. And she began gently and repeatedly squeezing the tubular, bulged-out area of my underwear that was the outline of my penis.

And then, in a soft, high-pitched, little-girl-sounding voice–one that ironically sounded almost exactly like the little-girl voice that Sally loved to use during our own love-making–Cindy asked me, “Do you need me to suck your dick first, Daddy? Or do you wanna pet my little pussy first, instead?”

For me, that decision was truly a no-brainer. And it was one of the fastest and easiest choices that I have ever made in my entire life.

I was looking Cindy straight in the eye, when I automatically and almost-instantly blurted out a single word to her: “Pussy!“

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