Alice and Don had been married for eight years. Recently Don had taken some nude pics of Alice and posted them on his own website - a website that could not lead back to them.
Alice, though, started emailing round some contacts she made in a chatroom and did not keep their details secret - which was a shame because she worked for a top law firm and was readily open to blackmail.
When she talked online toa black guy called Vern she was only role-playing, but when he sent her stuff in the post and made demands, the role play became reality and Alice had to become the black man's whore and endure her first black gangbang - something that led the couple into further adventures ...
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We were laying in bed that night. We both were mentally exhausted, but
sleep wasn’t coming to either of us that night.
“Alice, what did you mean by not exactly?” I asked in the darkness.
“You said you told him those things, but none of it was true. Then you
said not exactly.” She didn’t answer for a couple of minutes. I
thought maybe she had gone to sleep.
“I made up things,” she said. “Fantasy things. I told him how much I
like rough sex and that I was looking forward to getting together with
him and his buddies.”
“But it wasn’t completely a lie. Is that what you are saying? You
would like to be gang-banged by a group of black men. You would like
to have rough sex. Is that it?”
“No…yes…I don’t know, I suppose so. I was in a pay site a few months
ago and that was the main theme of the group. I got caught up in the
idea of it and played with it in my mind. I wasn’t ever going to
actually act on the fantasy. I started chatting with Vern more on that
subject. I guess it fulfilled something in me just to talk about it.”
She was silent for a little while. “What do you think it’s going to
cost us to buy him off?”
“I don’t have any idea, Alice,” I answered. “I can only speculate
that we are going to pay dearly. One way or the other.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I think your fantasy is going to become reality. I think Vern is
going to demand you follow through on your big talk.” She didn’t have
any response to that.
Sunday morning we slept a little later than usual. Alice fixed us a
nice brunch and we ate on the back porch. It was pleasant until the
phone rang.
Alice answered and I could tell by the expression on her face it
wasn’t good. She mouthed the word “Vern”. She did more listening than
speaking and after a few moments she hung up.
“He wants us to meet him at Bill’s tavern at one this afternoon,”
Alice said softly, not looking at me. I almost asked if she thought we
should before I realized that would have been a stupid question. I
didn’t think we had a whole lot of choice.
Bill’s tavern is an in-between kind of place. Certainly not up-scale
bar, but not quite a dive. I had only been in the place once, several
years earlier, attending a friends bachelor party. Alice and I arrived
a few minutes before the appointed time. Vern beat us and I recognized
him from the photos he had sent Alice. He looked bigger and meaner in
person and when we approached his table he indicated we should sit.
“How you doin’?’ he said. His voice was rough like he needed to clear
his throat.
“Let’s get to it,” I said. “What do you want?”
“I want what was promised me,” he said without a discernible change
of expression. “I’m goina have it or bad things goina happen. You want
a beer?” he asked when the waitress appeared. She gave us a funny
look. I suppose we did present a strange trio. Alice and I were in our
yuppie costumes and Vern in his gangster attire. At least that’s what
I assumed was the look he was going for. I ordered a screwdriver and
Alice asked for a glass of white wine. Our order got a sneer from
Vern.
“Exactly what is it you want?” Alice asked.
“Me and you connected,” Vern said. “I want some of what you promised
me. You know what that was. You said you and hubby here, were all for
some fun and games. It’s time for the fun and the games.”
“What if we go to the police?” I asked him.
“And say what?” he said with a short barking laugh. “Get real, man.
Here’s the deal. Me and Alice are goina get it on. She claims she
lookin’ for some black cock and I’m the man to give it to her. She say
she lookin’ for some hot rough fuckin’. She ain’t goina have to look
nowhere else. It’s goina happen, man and you better get used to
thinkin’ it is.” He gave Alice a hard look. “Else you goina get all
fucked up.” I looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear
his crude comments. We were not that close and no one seemed to be
paying us any mind.
“Look, Vern, She was just playing a game with you,” I said. “That’s
all.”
“I ain’t in to no games,” he replied. “Here’s how it’s going down.
You better be paying attention. Next Friday you goina bring this whore
to me. Me and my buddies are goina give this cunt all the black meat
she wants and then some. If that don’t happen, then on Monday I start
fuckin’ up your life. I send the pictures out to everybody on that
list. I ain’t fuckin’ around here and you fuckin’ better believe it.
The bitch say she want nigga cock, she gonna get some nigga cock.
