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He cut me off, “Hear me out. Hear me out. I realize you need a little push forward. A little help. I can help you. Thing is, I won’t do anything without your permission.” He paused and looked at her and then looked at me. My fiance was staring down as her feet twirled one of her high heels. My mind was swirling. I was thinking wouldn’t it have been better if they just did it and never told me? Before I could say anything, Mary spoke up.
“Look, baby, it’s no big deal. We really need this. I am not moving back home to your mom’s. This is it. Don’t mess this up.” Her eyes and expression reminded me of a wounded animal. She was pissed and scared at the same time. I was getting ready to shake my head no, and she reiterated, “It’s nothing. It means nothing.” I solemnly nodded yes, and then got up to walk out.
Ernie said, “Now hold on. You need to be here. I don’t need some sexual harassment thing or whatever coming back at me.” I said, “No way. Just do it.” As I started to open the door to leave, he said, “Fine. No deal.” I stopped, and he stood up to leave. My fiance jumped up and walked over to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and said, “Hang on. He’ll stay.” I closed the door as she dropped to her knees.
I walked over to the recliner, and he motioned for me to sit on the loveseat. I could see my fiance’s skirt hiked up showing her skinny ass barely covered by her thong floss panties. She was kissing his crotch through his pants, and you could see his hardness. He had one of his hands reached out on top of the sofa and the other stroking Mary’s blonde hair. She started unfastening his belt and pants as he stepped out of his shoes.
For someone doing as well as he was, it was funny to see that he was wearing basic white briefs. My wife started kissing and putting her mouth over him through his underwear. She tugged his underwear down to his ankles and when she looked up there was a fat penis dangling near her face. His dick was really dark compared to his skin. It looked almost reddish, black in contrast to his skin. It was really thick and had nasty veins all over it, and he wasn’t fully hard yet.
My fiance went straight for his balls. They were fairly large, one hanging a lot lower than the other. She started licking his nuts from the bottom almost near his asshole. The more she licked, nibbled, and sucked, the tighter his balls constricted. I noticed string of precum drip that went from the tip of his dick into my fiance’s hair. He liked the things she was doing to his penis.
I have to admit I was an arrogant asshole to my wife on more than a few occasions. Usually after a long day of work, when I got home I didn’t really want to spend a half an hour talking about what a good deal she got at Target or how long it took her to get her nails done. She was a stay at home mom, and sometimes I had a hard time listening to how much spilled out of a diaper or whatever.
I came home on a Monday night, grabbed a beer, kicked off my shoes and started watching football. She started in with her shopping adventures and I was trying to listen to a replay, so I snapped at her to be quiet. She got a little pissy, and went to the kitchen. After halftime, I realized what a jerk I was being. I tried making up with her, but she was being a royal bitch. I checked in on dinner, and she basically told me to make it myself.
So, I grabbed my keys, and took off rather than put up with her BS. She called the cell and asked where I was going, and I told her anywhere away from her. She launched in with the nagging and moaning, so I just hung up on her and didn’t answer any of the next twenty calls she placed to me.
I called my friend Kev and we decided to grab some fast food and go back to his apartment to watch the game. After the game was over, we got to talking, and then decided to go to a strip club for a couple of hours. The strip club was a real trashy place in an industrial part of town, and the girls there weren’t the best I had ever seen. But, it was cool hanging out with Kev. We both got a couple of table dances and a few beers. It was fun.
Around 11 I called my wife and said I was on my way and not to worry. Her voice sounded throaty and the only thing I understood her saying was Happy Anniversary. I instantly felt bad because I had forgotten our anniversary. There was nowhere I could get flowers this late, so on my way to the house, I grabbed a couple of flowers from the garden and figured I could use my charm.
The kids were in bed and the lights were out, so I creeped into the bedroom. She had the bathroom lights on and she was sitting up in the bed. I sheepishly handed the flowers to her, and said happy anniversary. She was not pleased. She said I smelled like cigarettes. I told her I went to a sports bar and was just hanging out with Kev to unwind and not be so stressed. Her cheeks were red, but she wasn’t crying. Her breathing was fast, and she was talking kind of low. “You’re an asshole going to a titty bar on our anniversary.” Feigning shock, I said, “What? We went to a sports bar, babe. I swear. You can call Kev and ask.” She replied, “Then where you get all the glitter from? And the lipstick smear on your sleeve?”
I took a long pause trying to come up with something. I said, “Okay. I am sorry. I didn’t realize it was…” She cut me off and told me to stop explaining. I sat next to her, and she took a swing at me. I grabbed her by the wrist and told her to relax. Let me explain. She tried to swing at me again, so I pinned her arms down on the bed and then she started bucking like a wild horse trying to get away.
Suddenly, I felt a solid blow to the side of my face and nose that dropped me to the side of the bed. I thought she somehow twisted her leg around to kick me. I tried getting up, but I kept stumbling at the side of the bed. My nose was pouring blood, and my head was spinning. I had a concussion I would later figure out. I was straddling the end of the bed on my knees and holding my nose to try and stop the blood.
I felt Michelle undo my belt and pull my pants down. She pulled my boxers down. The next thing I felt was her swinging the belt on my lower back and ass. It was like I was drunk, and I couldn’t defend myself. I slipped down to the floor, and she was still swinging at my legs and back. I got in a fetal position, and she eventually stopped swinging at me with the belt. My ears were ringing, and then from the dresser mirror, I saw a figure in my room. There was a black guy sitting on a chair near the corner of the bedroom. He must have been the one who knocked me down.
Michelle and he were talking and looking down at me. I couldn’t make out their words. The next thing I know, she is on her knees between his legs taking off his basketball shorts. After she pulled off his shorts, she stood in front of him and started grinding her ass on him. She had on pj bottoms and a white tank top. It was like she was giving him a table dance, except his shorts were at his ankles.
He reached up and started groping my wife’s chest. She didn’t have a bra on, and I could see his black fingers going under her tank top. Then he held her by her hips and pulled her down on his dick. He put his thumbs at the tops of her pj’s, and in a flash she was stepping out of her pj’s revealing white lacy thong panties. She started grinding her thonged ass on his dick, and you could sense his stimulation. My wife was really turning him on. Then my wife took off her panties and placed them on his erect cock.
It was like my wife’s panties were a little flag, and his black cock was the flagpole. She walked over to me in nothing but her tank top and said something about enjoying the show. I was still a little groggy. She then climbed onto the sides of the chair and while facing me lowered herself onto his dick.
The contrast of his purple-black dick entering my white wife’s velvety pink vagina was startling. His dick was enormous and thick. Her pussy was small and tight. His skin was a deep black. Her skin was a creamy white. He had a think layer of curly pubic hair around his legs and pubic area. She was clean shaven.