“Did you fuck him?” I asked my wife. It was three-thirty in the morning and I was standing
in the bathroom door watching her get undressed. She glanced at me, nodded her head and
continued to undress. “Did you suck his cock?” I didn’t know why I was asking her these
questions. I didn’t even know if I wanted to know the answers.
“Let me save you some questions,” my wife Jenna said. “I did whatever he told me to do. I
sucked his cock and he fucked me. He fucked my ass, too. God, Charles! What did you expect
was going to happen?”
I don’t know what I expected. No, that’s not true. I knew there would be sex. That was
pretty much a given. I suppose I should back up a few months and start at the beginning.
My name is Charles Rivers and I first met John Day while we were serving time in a
minimum security prison. Big John, as he was known, was serving time for felonious assault
on a federal officer and I was in for embezzlement. Of course I had been falsely accused
and that was a proven fact, but only after I spent nearly a year in prison. The real
embezzler confessed after he found out he was dieing from cancer. The miserable son of a
bitch could have found out sooner and saved me a lot of grief.
While incarcerated I discovered that in prison there are the predators and the prey. I
also discovered that the guards considered it a successful day if they didn’t get their
ass whipped or cut up. For a while I made it on my own because I was in fairly good shape
and not a pushover at six feet and a hundred ninety pounds. The problem was the other
inmates roamed in packs and it wore me down having to be on guard every minute of the day
and night. If you think that medium security facilities are just a country club, you need
to think again. Some may be, but the one where I was wasn’t by any means. Shanks, clubs,
and sharpened objects were the order of the day.
Even though I didn’t smoke, Jenna, my wife, sent me a carton of cigarettes every week.
Cigarettes are as good as cash in the joint. I made sure that Big John Day got some of the
cigarettes. He didn’t smoke either, but like I said, they are as good as cash.
I had fought off the gangs several times, but I knew it was just a matter of time until
they nailed me. I sought out Big John and asked him what it would take to get his
protection.
“Got a wife or girlfriend?” he asked. His voice was surprisingly soft for such a huge
man. I told him I was married and he asked to see a photo of her. Reluctantly I showed him
a picture of Jenna. “We may be able to do business,” he said still holding the photo.
“There are two things that interest me most. Cash and gash. Since you don’t have any cash
we’re going to have to talk about gash.” I told him I didn’t understand what he meant.
“I’ll be fucking your little wife when I get out. That plain enough for you white boy?”
It was certainly plain enough and I told mister John Day where to go. That night I got
the life beat out of me by four big black cons. I spent two days in the infirmary and
while I was there Jenna came for her monthly visit. Of course she was upset about the
beating and even more upset when I told her what could be done to prevent it from
happening again.
“You got to be kidding me!” she said, shocked. “You mean if I agree to have sex with
this…this…whatever he is, they’ll stop beating you?” I told her that was the deal. “How
long is he in for?”
“He serving a three to five,” I said. “He’s got at least two more years to serve.”
“So you get out in eighteen months,” Jenna said. “Okay, agree to his terms, dummy. By the
time he gets out we’ll be long gone and you won’t have to go through this ordeal again.”
It made sense to me. We had already discussed going out west after I got out. So when I
got out of the infirmary I went in search of Big John.
“How will this work, John?” I asked him. “I mean is this a one time thing?”
“Hell no it ain’t no one time thing,” he said. “I’ll be fucking your wife anytime I take
a notion. I’ll be plenty ready when I get out of this joint because I don’t fool with the
sissy-boys so I’ll be primed to go.”
It was vague enough for me not to worry about it. I was just glad that the gangs left me
strictly alone. I felt a lot safer just knowing I was under his protection. It was such a
relief to go to my bunk at night and actually sleep.
Then one glorious day the guards came and got me. They told me to bring my personal
effects and they led me to the administrative offices where I was processed out and told
to go home. I took a cab to the bus station and caught a bus home. I should have alerted
Jenna, but frankly I was in shock. No one told me to expect a release so you can imagine
my surprise.
Speaking of surprise, when I rang the bell and Jenna answered the door she nearly
fainted. It was a great homecoming and a wonderful welcome. Jenna was on me like white
on rice and we stayed together for the better part of two days. Touching and fucking. We
both had gotten behind.
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