Chapter One

 

 

I thought I was the one ultimately in control. How wrong I was! Now it's too late and my life is ruined. And it was mostly my fault. My wife was only partially responsible. I guess events just spiraled out of control for both of us.

But let me back up and explain a little about us. We first met in college and I fell for her right away. We dated for years before I finally asked her to marry me. Now we're both thirty, married five years, no children. We're too busy with our careers to start a family, although we said we planned to some day. For now, she remains on the pill.

My wife, Cindy, is a petite, beautiful blonde who keeps herself in good shape with regular exercise. She has natural C-cup breasts and keeps her pussy trimmed into a cute little triangle. She's sexy and energetic and I used to love making love to her. But over the years, what with work and money pressures, I guess our marriage had become a bit dull. We probably have made love maybe twice a month in the last year.

I'm about five-ten, curly brown hair, and probably average in most aspects. How she wound up with me, I don't know. But I like to think I treated her right. Little did I know.

All in all, we were a typical American couple, both working hard, living beyond our means. Cindy works as a teller in a bank and I am a middle manager in an office supply company. Maybe we were striving so hard for the things we didn't have that we didn't pay attention to the things we did.

My world turned upside down one Friday in May. I had come home early from work and was surprised to see Cindy's car in the driveway. It wasn't like her to leave work before five-thirty and I wondered if she was feeling ill. Parked in the street was a car I didn't recognize. I didn't pay it much attention as I went inside.

I started to call out her name when I heard noises coming from our bedroom. With a growing horror, I went to the partially opened door and pushed it wide. There, on our marital bed, Cindy lay under a muscular black man, getting royally fucked. There's no polite way to say it. Her knees were wide apart, her heels resting on his hips and she was thrusting in rhythm with him, making little noises in her throat.

If she saw me, she didn't react - she was far too gone into her pre-orgasmic state to have cognitive thought. I stared as this man continued to plow her. His thick black snake plunged in between her creamy thighs, drawing moans and gasps from her. Cindy's mouth was half open and her eyes seemed glazed with pleasure. Clearly, she wasn't being raped.

The man noticed me but he didn't stop his movements at all. He just smiled at me. Ha, I thought, smile at this! and I went to the nightstand next to the bed to pull out my pistol I kept there. I had to come close, no more than three feet from my cheating spouse and I could smell the heavy scent of sex. This close, it was hard not to make a mental comparison between the size of his cock and my rather ordinary one. It was not only long, but thick and Cindy was enjoying every inch of it. The man made no move to stop me as I pulled open the drawer.

But the gun wasn't there.

"Looking for this?" he asked calmly, sliding my gun out from under the pillow to his left. He never stopped fucking my wife and she never stopped her vocalizations.

I staggered back a few steps, but he didn't pick up the gun. He just grinned at me. "We're almost done," he said casually. "Why don't you go wait in the living room and I'll be out in a minute."

With that, he returned his attention to my wife. I stared at her, thinking she would come to her senses and push him off of her. Maybe she would beg my forgiveness. But she did nothing - she seemed helpless under his onslaught. Her entire being seemed focused on his cock that was plowing her pussy mercilessly. I'm not even sure she was aware I was in the room.

Although he was bigger than I was and in better shape, I might have hurled myself at him except for a rather embarrassing fact: I was getting an erection. A huge one, in fact. It shamed me that I would be turned on by such a sight and I also didn't want him making any comparisons himself, for he would find me wanting. Up until this point, mind you, I had always believed I was of "average" to "above average" in size. But I had nothing on this fella.

So I retreated. I went and sat on the couch. I should have left, but I found myself mesmerized by the sounds of their love-making. Cindy made increasingly louder noises as she climbed toward her orgasm. Certainly, she made noises when we made love, but listening to them now, I wondered if maybe she hadn't been faking it for me. The noises I was hearing were full-throated sounds of pleasure, unmistakably genuine.

Finally, she climaxed, a long, shrieking coda that made me wince. Why I continued to sit there, I don't know, but all I could think about was fucking her myself, after he was done. My rock-hard cock sure wanted to. Was that sick and twisted or what?

Ten minutes passed and the black man came out, fully dressed in a suit, the collar of his blue dress shirt opened at the neck. I could tell he was two or three inches taller than me and probably outweighed me by forty pounds. He had close-cropped hair, white teeth and he looked a little bit like Jaime Fox. He carried my gun loosely in his left hand. That concerned me - was he planning to shoot me so he could keep Cindy all to himself? He sat in an upholstered chair across from me and lay the gun casually down on a small end table. I hunched over a bit more and mentally willed my erection to fade.

"I'm Darnell," he said. "I suppose you have a lot of questions." His voice was quiet, cultured. It was obvious he was well-educated and probably wealthy. I guessed Cindy met him through her work at the bank.

I nodded, unable to speak. It surprised me that he seemed so damned calm about it.

"Cindy and I work together at the bank," he said, confirming my suspicions. "The minute we spotted each other, we just felt this incredible attraction. I can't explain it any better than that. We both seemed to know, in that instant, that we would get together. Can you understand that?"

I nodded again, for I had felt the same way when I first met her. She's a very sexy woman. We had made love on our second date. I couldn't get enough of her - until about three years into our marriage, when the lust began to fade. The irony is, I knew Cindy had a strong sex drive - it was stronger than mine. Up until today, I had always felt I was enough man for her. It was hard to realize that because I had allowed myself to become complacent, I had created a situation in which she found it necessary to satisfy her needs by having an affair. I also felt anger toward her - she could've come to me and talked about it, before running to this stranger.

I found my voice. "So, are you two going to run off together?" I felt strangely calm, contemplating the end of my marriage. Perhaps I was just numb with shock.

Darnell shook his head. "No, man, it's not like that. I don't want to steal your wife away."

"You just want to fuck her, right?"

He nodded. "That's right."

"I'm not going to stand for that."

He pursed his lips. "That's up to you. And her. Anytime she tells me it's over, then it's over."

"And if I tell you it's over...?"

He just tsked.

"So you don't care about the fact that she's married. Or about her mind or her hopes and dreams. She's just a body to use."

He shook his head again. "I care about her. More than you might think. She is an amazing woman. But I'm fully aware of the situation here. We're simply enjoying each other's company for a while. How long that lasts is unknown." He stood, leaving the gun on the table. "I think I'd better go, let you two talk things over." He moved toward the door.

I eyed the gun. "Maybe I'll take that gun and shoot you before you make it across the lawn. Or shoot her."

He turned and cocked his head at me. "I don't think you will. For one, you aren't the type. And two," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of copper casings, "I removed the bullets."

"I have more."

"Yes, I figured. If you're that determined to ruin your life as well as hers or mine, I can't stop you." He jiggled the bullets deliberately in his hand for a few seconds, then scattered them on a table near the door. "I realize this has been a shock for you. For that, I apologize. We'll talk later, okay?" And he left.

I sat there, frozen. I heard his car door thunk close and the engine start. As the sound faded away down the street, I rose on shaky legs and went into the bedroom. My erection had eased, but only a little. I was still powerfully turned on and I wondered if maybe I was a little gay. How else to explain my visceral reaction to what I had just witnessed?