Chapter 1

 

It wasn't bad quality for a hand-held video. The lighting was good and some jerkiness but still not bad. At the beginning there was just one subject. A woman and she was naked except for her high heel shoes and a dog collar. She lay on the bed with her legs open looking to the right of the camera operator. Like she was waiting for instructions. She nodded in compliance when they came.

"Finger-fuck yourself," a deep male voice said. "Get that cunt all wet and slick for the meat that's coming."

Again she nodded and let her right hand slide down across her stomach to her bare pussy. She was tentative at first but soon got into the act with some gusto. When the off-camera voice told her to open her pussy wide, she did. When the voice told her to tug on her clit, she did. When she was told to use two fingers and go deep in her pussy, she did.

"Does it feel good to fuck yourself like that?" the voice asks her.

"Yes, I like it," she responded.

"Rather have a cock in your skanky cunt?" the voice asks.

"Always," she responded.

"What kind of cock?"

"Big," she said. "Big and hard." She looked directly at the camera and added, "and black. Big, hard, and black as midnight."

"You want some big hard black cock now?"

"Yes," she answered simply looking away from the camera to the side where a black man approached. He, like she, was naked. He sported a long thick black hard-on. When he was close enough she reached out for the ebony dick.

With one hand on the cock she used the other hand to toy with one of her obviously hard nipples. She always liked her nipples to be played with. I was well aware of how sensitive her nips were because over the years I had spent many enjoyable hours playing with them. She looked damned good for a woman approaching forty years of age. I knew her age because she was my wife or maybe my ex-wife of almost twenty years.

My name is Paul Conrad and the woman who was now sucking the big black dick was Johana or Jo Conrad. At least it used to be her name. I wasn't sure of our status because I hadn't seen her for almost three months. The video I was watching was the first time I had seen her in that time and there were a few changes in her.

Her tits seemed to be a little larger maybe now. Maybe a thirty-six D and sagged just a little bit from the weight of them. Her nipples were always quick to spike. That was usually the first indication she was in heat and ready to be fucked. When the camera zoomed in for a close-up of her sucking on the cock I could see some new lines around her eyes. The tattoo of an ace of spades just above her hairless pussy was also new. The fact she had no pubic hair was new and the two gold rings in her nipples were a recent addition as well as the belly-button ring. The fob on the belly button ring appeared to be a gold ace of spades.

Other than that, there were no changes in Jo that I could see. As I said, she still looked damned good to me. She even looked good when the sucking stopped and the fucking began. The black man did her in the male superior position first, dog fucked her next then put her on top and let her ride the pony. At least that's what he called it. In each position he put his cock in her ass for a few strokes. The ease with which his cock went in her rectum was something else new. She had always had a tight ass and it took some effort to get in her butt. Apparently, her nether hole had been used frequently.

"Get on that cock and ride the pony, slut," he said helping her mount him. The camera got into position so that his huge chunk of man meat was clearly visible until it disappeared in her foamy pussy. The foam was a combination of his cum, her juices and I suspected some sort of lubricant. Spermicidal jelly wouldn't be necessary because Jo couldn't conceive and they would know that.

I could hear Jo sigh as she settled down on the cock. Neither of them moved for a few moments then she started to slowly rise and lower herself of the cock. She started rising and falling faster until she was using the entire length of him.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed. That was fairly new also. Fuck was a word she never used to use. Since he started fucking her she used it a lot. "Oh fuck me!" she screamed loudly.

"You ready for more cock, cunt?" the man asked her.

"Yes!" she said. Another black man entered the picture. The newcomer got behind them and caused the camera operator to move to the side to capture what was happening. The new man put his cock to her puckered asshole and pushed in past the ring muscles and went deep into her bowels. That caused Jo to scream even louder.

It took the two men a few moments to get in sync but soon they had the rhythm and were fucking Jo for all they were worth. One cock deep in her pussy while the other was nearly out of her ass. Then they swapped and reversed positions. With each withdrawal they pulled out some of her tissue then rammed it back in.

I watched Jo's defilement with an immense sense of sadness. I wanted to blame something or someone but deep down inside where you don't try to fool yourself I knew where the blame should go. I continued to watch but my mind rolled backward in time to when we were first married. Almost twenty years previous.

 

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It's not exactly a rags to riches story but pretty close. Johana and I were married right out of high school. I had a job driving a delivery truck and she was a cashier at a local grocery store. Between us, we did fine. We didn't live a lavish life but we did okay. We lived in an apartment over a garage and wore clothes from discount stores. We saved for two weeks for money to go to a movie. We didn't care if we had a lot of money or not. We didn't know any better.

Even as a small boy, I loved to tinker. I took things apart to see what made them work. I mowed lawns to buy my first computer, a Commodore 64. I became interested in programming and luckily wrote a program that was applicable to the air traffic control computer system. I made a lot of money.

You should remember computers were just coming into their own. Punch cards were still used on the big mainframes. Remember? Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. When the personal computers came along I was ahead of that curve. I continued to write programs and one day I wrote one that eventually became a part of every computer sold. Suddenly Jo and I were as rich as Croesus.

At first we spent the new found money like it was nothing but eventually we got smart enough to start saving and investing. Jo and I discovered she had a real talent when it came to investing and it didn't take long before we were multi-millionaires. Not in the Bill Gates category but mighty close.

We moved from out little garage apartment to a large house and then a few years later we moved again to a classy estate in a classy neighborhood. I guess that is when the wheels started to come off the wagon. We started searching for things we didn't have.

From the very beginning of our relationship, Jo and I had a great sex life. Even before it was sanctioned by a marriage ceremony, we were fucking like bunnies. Anywhere and anytime, we got it on. Everyone in both families breathed a sigh of relief when we finally got hitched. I wasn't Johana's first boy and she wasn't my first girl but what happened before we met wasn't talked about. It didn't matter to us.

After the money started rolling in we decided to have children and that's when we found out we hadn't been just lucky. Johana couldn't get pregnant. It bothered both of us but we quickly got over it. It was still fun to fuck so that's what we did...a lot.

I suppose I could blame our neighbors for some of what happened. Virgil and Beth Dickerson lived across the street and down one house from us. Johana and Beth became close friends over the years.

One night while we were getting into bed Jo asked me if I knew that Virgil and Beth were swingers. I was shocked because I had no idea they were anything other than a normal couple. I suppose normal should be in quotes because I don't know what normal is. You don't either, if you are honest.

"You're kidding," I said when I got over the surprise enough to speak.

"I am not kidding," Jo said. "Beth told me yesterday. She said they have been wife swapping for over three years."

"With whom?" I demanded.

"She didn't name names, but I can guess," Jo said. "I would guess the Williams and the Grants and of course Bill and Lori West. I've always suspected that Lori West is a slut."

"Really?" I said. Yeah, Lori West did come on like a slut but then again I thought she was a sexpot and I liked her. Until that night I had not seriously thought about having sex with another woman. Johana had always been enough woman for me. I had never considered Jo having sex with another man.

I honestly don't know which bothered me most. The fact that Johana could have sex with another man or that it didn't bother me like I thought it should. I didn't admit it to myself right then but the idea turned me on.

Over the years of marriage and even before, Jo and I tried everything a man and a woman could do. We liked it all. Oral sex, anal sex, handjobs, and of course plain ol' fucking. Jo's favorite position was dog style while mine was with me on top of her, but any other position was also okay.

"So you had no idea?" Jo was saying while my mind drifted. "Virgil never said anything to you about swinging?"

"Not a word," I said.

"Well, what is wrong with us?" Jo said. "Why weren't we invited to the swap parties?"

"I don't know," I answered getting in bed beside her. "Would you have wanted go to one if they had?"

"No, but it would have been nice to be asked," Jo said. "Would you go if invited?"

"Not without my main squeeze," I said lightly reaching over to get her. She came to me willingly. "It's Friday," I said. "Butt-fuck Friday."

"Why do you always call it that?" she said giggling. "We don't always have anal sex on Friday. Not more often than any other day or night. Frankly, I'm in the mood for some oral sex tonight."

"Getting or giving?" I asked as her hand found my semi-hard dick bringing it an immediate full hard. "Giving and receiving," she said leaning down to take my cock in her mouth. "I'll bring you off and that way you'll last longer when we get to the next part of the evening."

I thought about Lori West's mouth as Johana sucked my dick. I couldn't help it. As usual, for the first time, I didn't last long and after Jo swallowed my load of jizz I went down on her.

Johana used a perfume that had just a hint of vanilla and I loved it. Eating her pussy was something like having a vanilla cupcake.

"Okay," Jo said in a husky voice after I had eaten her to one climax. "Now is the time for you to get in me, big boy. Come on and help momma to a granddaddy orgasm. I want to see stars."

I'm satisfied that I did just that. After the first time I can usually last a long time. I took her first with me on top of her then I got her into her favorite position. When she was on her knees with her ass sticking up I entered her from behind and she immediately went into a series of orgasms. Multi-orgasms or what I called machine-gun climaxes. Serial cums wasn't unheard of for her but they were rare and I wondered what had got her all revved up. They normally happened after lengthy foreplay or after she watched a really hot fuck flick.

Since I didn't keep office hours and Jo didn't work we often slept late and stayed up late. That caused me to be surprised when I awoke the next morning and Jo wasn't sleeping beside me. After my absolutions, I found her in the basement in what we laughingly called our gym.

"And what brought on this spurt of energy?" I asked her. Actually, except for the time of day, it wasn't at all unusual for Jo to work out, but she mostly went to her gym.

"I saw myself in the mirror last night and I saw bulges. Cannot have bulges," she said breathing hard. That was funny only because there was not an ounce of fat on her body. "I need an all around tightening up. I'm getting too flabby."

"Okay," I said. "I'll sit over there on the bicycle and watch you work up a sweat." She had already worked up a sweat.

"Fine, lazy bones," she said. "It wouldn't hurt you to lose some flab."

Ouch! That hurt because I knew she was telling the truth. I used to work out every day but had fallen out of the habit. I left the basement and put on my running clothes. I liked to run and didn't like the exercise machines.

Since I hadn't run in a while I took it easy for the first mile, picked up the tempo for the next mile and really poured it on after that. I did five miles and quit because I wasn't in the best of shape. I timed it so that I was back at my driveway at the end of my run. I got there just as Virgil Dickerson got to his drive. He was a runner also.

"Hi neighbor," he said. I knew Virgil was an attorney in the city and kept a small office out in the suburbs where we lived. On the days he was manning his satellite office he went in late.

"I didn't know quacks ran," I said to him walking the few steps to where he waited.

"I am not a quack," he said in a dignified tone. "I, sir, am a shyster or ambulance chaser if you prefer. How was your run?"

"Survivable," I said. "I've gotten soft. What about you?"

"I did fifteen miles this morning," he lied with a straight face. "Could have done fifteen more."

"Yeah, right," I said with a snort. "What is it about you lawyers? Do you have to lie?"

"Yes," he said getting the morning paper out of his box. "Damn, they caught Derrick Gant."

"Who is Derrick Gant and what did they catch him doing?" I asked not caring. The news mostly bored me and I seldom read the paper or watched the news

"Derrick Gant is the number one black mobster in the city," he said opening the paper to look at the story inside. "Mister Big amongst the jibaboos. He's got his finger in a lot of pies and especially the flesh pie."

"Flesh pie? You mean prostitution?"

"Exactly," Virgil said. "I suppose I should go into the city today. My firm represents Gant and I suspect there will be many billable hours associated with his arrest. I need to get some of those hours. See you, Paul."

"Yeah, see you," I said and jogged back toward my house. I heard the water running in the shower from upstairs.

"Guess what?" I called through the shower stall door where Johana was taking a shower. "Derrick Gant got arrested last night."

"No kidding?" she said. "Get naked and shower with me. I need you to wash my back."

"Who is Derrick who's-it?" she asked when I was in with her. "And why should I care if he was arrested or not."

"Some black hoodlum," I said liberally soaping a cloth to use on her back. "I saw Virgil and he read it in this morning's paper. Virgil saw dollar signs floating through the air so he's off to the city to collect some ill-gotten gain as we speak."

"What did the black hoodlum do to get arrested?" she asked washing my dick vigorously. Sweating always makes Jo horny.

"Apparently got caught," I said. "Virgil said he was heavy into prostitution. Chief pimp or something. Anyway why are you randy? I thought I took care of you last night."

"That was last night and this is today," she said. "Get down on your knees and eat me while the hot water runs off of us."

"Right, getting clean while we get nasty. Good idea."

"And hurry up, Paul. Beth and I are going in to the city shopping and I'm going to be..." She paused long enough to have a minor orgasm. "...Late," she finished breathlessly. "Good boy. You got me there. Got to go," she said leaving me high and...well not high and dry but high and wet. Oh well, I know how to save a hard-on for later.