The Sweet Wife (17 page)

“Fine. I...I’m fine.”

“I been thinkin about you. Right now, I got a big fucking hard-on, just from rememberin that you’re so fuckin pretty, and how soft your lips are and how hot and tight your cunt is.”

“Travis,” she began, “I’ve got something to tell you. I…”

He interrupted, “I didn’t pay you much mind last weekend, but I’ll make it up to you on Friday. The Captain got us the best suite in the hotel. I’m gonna fuck you slow and then fuck you hard and fuck you slow again. We’re gonna make love all night long, just you and me, babe, in a nice clean bed.”

“Please Travis, please listen...”

“You want that, don’t you? You want my big black cock. You think about it all the time, don’t you? You want to look pretty for me. You want to get on your knees for me. You want to kiss my cock. You want to take it in your mouth. You want to try to take it all this time. You want to smell it and taste it. You want to watch it slide into your wet cunt. You want to feel it fill you.” He paused, hearing her breathing come faster. “And when you’re really hot you’ll want me to ease it up your virgin ass. It’s gonna hurt at first but after you get used to it, you’ll be able to cum, cum good just from gettin your ass fucked. On Friday we have the whole night. Champagne and kisses. Lots of tongue kisses, Mrs. O’Donnel. Tell me that’s what you want.”

In the short time he’d been speaking, her nipples stiffened, her clit became gorged, her pussy was dripping wet. Her legs shook so bad she had to sit down. She swallowed hard trying to get control of her breathing. She couldn’t speak.

“Tell me, baby,” he repeated. “tell your main man what you want.”

“You,” she rasped, “I want you. Oh, God I don’t need this...I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t! I try…I try…for my kids…” She paused. He waited for her to continue. “I want all the things you said.” She spoke rapidly in a low desperate whisper that she didn’t recognize as her voice, “I want to get on my knees. I want your cock, your beautiful black cock. I want the smell and taste of you. I want to cover it with soft, wet kisses, and suck; suck your cock, suck it for a long, long time. I want your hot cum. I want to suck it again until it’s hard. I want to feel it inside me…inside my pussy, pounding inside me. I want you to cum inside me. Afterwards, I want to suck your black prick again, make love to it with my mouth. Then, I want it in my ass, far up in my ass. I want your lips on mine. Your your tongue…I want to suck your tongue. I want your body on top of me.” She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, “I want you to make me do things…all kinds of things. It’s wrong…it’s wrong…but…”

“You my woman? Travis’s pretty white whore?”

She put her hand on her pussy and touched her clit with a finger. “Yes, oh yes, Travis. I belong to you. I’m you’re pretty white whore.”

“Don’t you fuckin cum yet,” he said. “You’ll be there Friday and you’ll bring your sister for Dex?”

“Yes, honey, I’ll do what you say.”

“Get a good dress and heels, black. Nothin under the dress. I’ll phone you Friday afternoon.”

“Please, yes, call me.”

“And Wednesday, what are you gonna do on Wednesday?”

“The plug, the biggest one...to open me…to open me for you.”

“That’s right, baby. I want your ass.” He hung up.

She rubbed her clitoris and came so violently she fell to the floor and lay there groaning and crying. Gradually she became aware that Travis hadn’t even had to threaten her with the video tape and photographs.

By Wednesday she’d convinced Eileen to come with her to meet the famous Dexter Wells. Eileen was excited. Even as a little girl she’d been a devoted fan and had seen Wells at his prime in old video clips and had read about him. When in her teens she bought herself a jersey with Wells name and number printed on it. She was surprised that her conservative sister knew him and more surprised when Maureen told her that she’d met a friend of Wells named Travis. Eileen wanted to know more, but Maureen dodged her sister’s questions as best she could. She did, however, say that she and Brian were seriously considering a divorce. She was surprised when Eileen responded to the news by saying she’d never liked Brian. She thought he was a wimp and kind of creepy. Eileen asked if she could bring her boyfriend, Steve. Maureen explained that Mr. Wells had reserved a table for four and she’d feel awkward asking him to change it.

Early in the week she and Brian had begun to discuss the terms of a divorce. During the week she tried to avoid the children as much as possible.

On Wednesday, after speaking to Eileen and before Sara and Billy came home, she gave herself an enema then showered. She lubricated her anal opening with gobs of KY. The last plug looked twice as thick as the middle sized one. Carefully and slowly she pushed it in. At one point the pain was so unbearable she had to take it out. After resting, she tried again. When it was in, a small trickle of blood ran down the back of her leg, but her pussy was wet. Imagining Travis’s cock in her ass, she masturbated. By Friday she’d learned how to relax her sphincter muscle, but inserting the plug hurt terribly and removing it was almost as bad.

On Thursday she’d drawn out the last of the Christmas fund money. She bought a simple tight fitting black dress and new black pumps with four-inch heels. She also purchased new lipstick, gloss, mascara, and perfume. On Friday morning, she had her hair done and got a manicure and pedicure. She was going to be beautiful for Travis. She was going to be the woman he wanted her to be. She drove all other thoughts out of her head. When she felt herself weakening she repeated her mantra, “I worship Travis’ cock. I’m his woman.”

Her pussy had been wet all day. She knew all she had to do was rub it for a moment and she’d cum. She wanted to wait, wanted to let it build. The past two mornings as soon as Brian left for work she’d inserted the anal plug. It still hurt to put it in and was painful all day. The thought of Travis taking her there, sliding his huge prick into her anal passage both frightened and excited her. She had also begun to imagine being taken by other black men, strangers who were going to pay to have her. She would look beautiful for them, dress provocatively, naked under her clothes. She would let them know she belonged to them. She would crawl to them, kneel before them. It wouldn’t matter what they looked like; how fat, or old, or ugly; she would offer herself to them. She would do whatever they told her to do. She would make love to them, kiss them; kiss their mouths, their chests, their cocks, their asses, their balls, even kiss their feet. Yes, she could see herself groveling at the bare feet of the black men who owned her for the night. She would lick them, lick anywhere they wanted her to lick. Their cocks would be in her mouth, and in her pussy, and in her ass.

These imaginings, too, both frightened and brought her to a state of excitement she had never experienced before. She now fully understood and accepted the fact that she belonged to Travis. Her marriage to Brian was over. Although she tried not to think of it, she also knew that she might eventually lose her children completely. Much as she might want to return to her former life, there was no going back, not now. She touched her hard nipples and felt a shiver go through her body. She knew her pussy was dripping wet.

On Friday afternoon the phone rang at 2:00. Her mouth went dry and her heart beat faster. She sat down at the kitchen table to answer it. Travis voice had an edge to it. “What you got to say to me?”

“I’m your white woman. I belong to you. I worship your black cock.”

“I want you to be the prettiest bitch in that room tonight. You understand?’

“I’ll try Travis, honey. I bought a new dress. It’s very thin and fits tight. I won’t wear anything under it. I bought new shoes and had my nails and hair done. I’m going to look good for you, honey. You’ll be proud of me. I’ll try my best to make you want me.”

“Do your mouth bright red. Use some of that oil. Rub your body with oil and perfume. All night you’re to keep your lips parted, you know what I mean. And under the table keep your legs spread in case I want to finger your cunt.”

Just the sound of his voice made her hot. “Yes, honey. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“You been puttin the big plug in your ass?”

“Yes. I started on Wednesday. I…I ...think I’ll be open enough for you.” She paused, her breath coming fast. “I want you, honey. I want to feel your beautiful big cock in my ass.”

“Well, if you do everything right without no bitchin you’re gonna get my dick and a lot of others up your ass, in your mouth, and fuckin your cunt. The Captain thinks you’re a good lookin whore for blacks and says you’re only gonna do rich black dudes. He says there’ll be a three way split on the money you bring in.”

“But I belong to you, Travis? I’m your woman, aren’t I?”

He softened his tone, “Yeah, babe, you’re my woman long as you bring me a fat roll of greens every week.”

“I will. I promise. I…I...I’ll do the men who pay for me….I’ll do them good. They’ll want to come back. I’ll earn money for you and make you proud.”

“You bringin your sister tonight, right?”

“She agreed to come, but I’m afraid for her. She’s so trusting. So innocent. Dex, I mean, Mr. Wells won’t… show her the video tapes of me, threaten her, hurt her?”

“How fuckin dumb are you?” He sounded angry now. “You think he’s gone to all this fuckin trouble just to look at her across a table and then pay the check and send her home in a cab?” Maureen’s heart sank. My God! Eileen was her little sister! For just a moment she considered hanging up the phone. Travis was speaking. “There’s a room waitin for us, a suite of rooms in the best hotel in town. Just you and me. I got a big black cock that can stay hard all night. I got a big load of hot cum for you. Maybe a couple loads; one for your mouth one for your ass. It’s what you need. We all know that. It’s like Silvie said, you’re hooked. Admit it.”

She closed her eyes nodding sadly, “Yes,” she said, “It’s what I need. You’re what I need, Travis. You’re right, we all know that now. I’ll bring Eileen for the Captain.”

“Good. Robert will pick you up at your house around seven thirty. Then he’ll stop for your sister. Both of you better be ready, and you better be lookin real fuckin good.”

“I will Travis. You’ll be proud of me.” She paused feeling a flush come to her face and spread through her body. “Just hearing your voice makes me hot. You do that to me, Travis. Just thinking about you makes me hot and wet. I’m hot and wet now.”

“Yeah, I can tell and that’s good. One more thing. I want you to make up a little speech about worshipin my dick; about what you gave up to be my woman, you know?”

She thought for a moment of all that she was ready to sacrifice and suddenly it seemed like too much. She couldn’t speak.

“I can’t fuckin hear you,” Travis was becoming angry.

“Yes, honey,” she said, “I’ll do that…make up a speech. I’ll do whatever….” Before she could finish, the phone clicked and he was gone.

Brian had taken the children to his mother’s again. A little after seven, Maureen stood before her mirror. The black dress clung to her body. It was obvious she had nothing on under it. Her pale skin was coated with a sheen of oil. The black pumps, although new, felt comfortable. Their high heels accentuated her small ankles and the curve of her calf muscles. Her bare legs contrasted sharply with the black shoes and skirt. She had applied her make-up meticulously. Just as Travis had ordered, her full lips were a bright red. The gloss caught the light and caused them to look wet and glisten. Her bright blue eyes were alive with excitement. When she moved in the tight dress, it appeared almost as if she were naked. She felt confident she would be the prettiest woman in the place tonight. She was sure Travis would be pleased.

Promptly at seven thirty Robert’s cab pulled into the driveway. She grabbed her purse and hurried out to it. He motioned for her to get into the back seat. The night was warm and humid. Before they started, Robert flicked on the overhead light and turned to look at her. His face was unexpressive, his gaze direct. She felt the color rise to her cheeks. “Spread,” he said.

She parted her legs. “Show me,” he ordered. She pulled her dress back over her thighs and spread her legs wider. “What are you showin me? Say the words.”

“My cunt, Robert. I’m showing you my cunt.”

“You like showin me your cunt?”

“Yes, Robert, I like showing you my cunt.”

“Yeah, your juicy white cunt belongs to the black man now, don’t it?”

She closed her eyes to avoid his, “Yes, Robert,” she said, “my…my cunt belongs to the black man.” She opened her eyes, the excitement was gone from them, replaced by resignation and something sad. “I belong to the black man now.” She closed her legs and tugged her dress down.

She saw in his mocking smile that he felt superior, that he knew she could no longer resist, that she had surrendered herself to them. “You got to remember that when you in the company of a black man, any black man, you keep your legs spread. You let him know that’s how you supposed to do and you spreadin for his pleasure.” He waited for her response.

She parted her legs again. “I’m sorry Robert. There’s much I need to learn.”

“Yeah, and how you let the black man know you always ready to suck his cock?”

“I keep my lips parted.”

“That’s right.” He turned around and started the car. Glancing at her occasionally in the rear view mirror, he continued to torment her, “How many times you suck my cock, Mrs. O’Donnel?”

“Twice, Robert. I did it twice.”

“You like it? Did you like takin my black dick in your pretty mouth? Like the way it feel?”

Maureen remembered how long and thin and smooth his cock was, “Yes, Robert, I liked it. I liked how it felt.”

“Yeah, it was nice seeing your pretty white fact down there and your red lips slidin up and down my stiff prick. I liked the way you tongued the tip and licked around the rim. Who taught you that? You do that way for your husband?”

“No one taught me and I never did that for my husband.”