MICHELLE'S STORY - AN AFRICAN AMERICAN ROMANCE

 

By K.C. Douglas

 

Rodney returned from Geneva to the sight of his beautiful wife. Michelle met him at the airport and the couple was quickly taken by one of Sarge's guards to a very nice house. Sarge had informed Rodney that he would reside in the house during the time he worked in the country. The news made Rodney very happy because he assumed his wife would be staying with him in the quaint residence, which was only a short distance from Sarge's home.

 

The couple continued to hug and caress long after entering the front door. Both were extremely happy to see the other, after being apart for so long, and they had sincerely missed each other. Rodney let his hands venture all over his wife's body, relishing the rare opportunity to actual caress Michelle.

 

"It has been so long... too long since I have been able to hold you in my arms. God... honey, you feel so good," he whispered. "I've missed you. Funny... your breasts feel so... bigger and so nice in my hands."

 

Now that Rodney had his wife in his arms, he was almost afraid to stop the lovely embrace. They remained in the entryway of the house, as he quickly explained his trip to Geneva. He told Michelle how uneventful the trip was and that he had merely handed in a favorable report to the International Human Rights Committee.

 

Just as Rodney was about to ask Michelle questions about her week with Sarge and his family, there was a soft knock at the door. He gave his wife a questioningly look and then slowly opened the door. His heart skipped a few beats when he found the teenager Kato standing there with an animated smile on his face. The boy didn't have to say a word, as his facial expressions and hand gestures indicated he was there to pick up Michelle.

 

A tear came to her eye when Michelle looked at her husband's sad face. "I'm sorry... so sorry, my love, but I... I have to go with him. I thought you knew... thought Sarge told you," she whispered. "It's his orders... he is forcing me to remain in his home until we leave the country."

 

Rodney felt helpless and sensed the African employment had been a big mistake. He had no idea Sarge had laid the groundwork for the final demise long before he returned from Geneva. During his time away, Sarge ensured Michelle was well aware that she would spend almost all her waking hours with his son.

 

Sarge had taken her aside and explained his plans. He threatened to not only ruin her husband's long, unblemished career, but also he implied that some physical harm might 'accidentally' come to Rodney if she didn't cooperate. Michelle had no doubts the man would harm her husband, which impelled her to agree with his underhanded scheme.

 

Rodney motioned for Kato to come in while he spoke to Michelle. He closed the door and then he coaxed his wife off to one side, away from the teenager. "Honey... but I thought? I hoped we could be together... spend the night together," he whispered. "God, honey! When I was gone... did you... did you sleep with him?"

 

Michelle knew her husband meant Kato and she didn't know how to lie. She was afraid to say anything so she merely stood motionless and quiet. Rodney's eyes bore a hole into her fragile confidence. "I have to know... were you with him? Did he... he... did you have sex with Kato?

 

She was distraught and barely able to talk. "I'm so sorry. Sarge forced me. He forced me to sleep with Kato," she moaned, as her voice broke. "I had to sleep... stay with him."

 

Michelle looked at her husband and noticed he still needed answers. The conversation quickly took on a swift question and answer phase, as they tried to keep their voices low. "I'm sorry... so sorry," she whispered.

 

"How often did you sleep with him?"

 

"Eh... every night."

 

"Did he... did you have sex every night?

 

"Oh gawd... yes."

 

"Darling! But he's only a boy... a fucking kid!"

 

"I'm so sorry."

 

Rodney had suspected it, but the shocking news still bothered him. Suddenly he was crazy and had to know more. "Was it... the sex any good?"

 

Michelle stared at her husband and fully intended on telling a lie for once in her life. "No! No... no," she whispered, as she looked away because of the immense guilt. "Oh Rodney... I couldn't help it. He was a man... he knew what to do."

 

"Holy shit! Did you orgasm? Did you have an orgasm with him?"

 

There were tears of guilt mixed with shame when she responded. "Yes... dear gawd, yes," she whispered, still unable to lie. Then the memory of being lost and totally under Kato's spell filled her head.

 

"Michelle... dear God. How many times? Once, twice... three times?"

 

"Every night... every day, we had sex whenever he wanted. I couldn't stop... couldn't help it. I came... oh Rodney, he made me come."

 

"But honey... you know that's dangerous. You can get pregnant."

 

She was totally distraught and fell into her husband's arms. "I am. I am already pregnant!"

 

Rodney was too stunned to object when Kato promptly walked over to them and showed his anxiety. The boy wanted to leave and depart with his adorable mistress and he reached for Michelle's arm. Rodney watched his sobbing wife being ushered to the door and he reluctantly let her go.

 

Rodney watched the door close and his heart stopped. His distraught mind filled with raunchy images of the powerful, African teenager having sex with his naked, fervent wife.