Chapter 1

 

Charles' Story:

 

"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 dying 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 to go piss up a rope. That night I got the shit 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.

The greatest thing, after sex with Jenna, was the feel of freedom. No one can fully appreciate freedom until it's taken away from them. Sleeping as long as I wanted, eating when I felt like it, and just walking down the sidewalk and enjoying the fresh air. The absence of the rank odors of disinfectant and hundreds of unwashed humans was wonderful.

My lawyer told me what had happened and I sued the company I worked for, the government, and the estate of the no good son of a bitch that framed me. We didn't even have to go to court on the company's part. They were tickled to death to settle. Same for the county that brought me up on charges. The estate lawsuit took a while longer, but in the end I maintained and won.

Suddenly I was living the good life. Plenty of money, my record clean as a whistle, and Jenna and I were fucking like rabbits. Like I said we both had gotten behind and couldn't seem to catch up.

Then one day, a few months later, the shit hit the fan. Big John Day called on the phone to tell me he was out and he was horny. I don't remember what I said. I babbled something about being busy and hung up. I told Jenna that he called and she nearly fainted. We had all but forgotten about the deal I had made with Big John. That seemed like it happened in another lifetime to someone else.

"What are we going to do?" Jenna demanded. "It's too late to leave now."

"I don't know," I admitted. "Maybe he'll give up after we ignore him for a while." That was real stupid thinking, but we screened our calls and after a couple of days he stopped calling. Home free, I dared to think. That proved to be more stupid thinking. Big John Day showed up at our door one night and he wasn't happy.

"You know what I do to people who don't honor their debts?" he said pushing his way into the house. "I chop them up in little pieces and feed the fish."

"Hey John, I wasn't trying to..."

"Best if you just shut up, ass wipe," he said in that soft, but terribly menacing tone. "Where's the little woman?" I pointed toward the den without speaking; shutting up seemed to be a good idea.

Jenna was as shocked as I had been when she saw John standing in the doorway looking at her. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and a tee-shirt. She was braless and her nipples were plainly visible. Jenna is heavy in the breast department. A thirty-eight D if you must know.

"I'm John Day," he said strolling over to where she sat immobile, staring up at him. "You and me are going to get well acquainted." He sat his considerable bulk down beside her and put a huge paw on her thigh. The contrast of his black hand on her white leg was startling. Jenna looked like she was ten seconds from a full panic. I just felt sick.

"How come you got out early, John?" I managed to ask. It's hard to talk when your mouth is dry.

"They needed the room," he said with a grin. "So they sprung me." His hand was slowly stroking Jenna's leg. "Okay, let's get to it because I ain't got a lot of time to fuck around." He put his arm around Jenna's shoulders and pulled her close to him. His other hand went to her full breast and he gently squeezed it. "You know the deal?' he asked Jenna. She silently nodded her head slowly, her eyes wide.

"You're going to abuse me," she said in a high squeaky voice.

"Damn girl! I don't abuse anybody!" John said with a laugh. "No ma'am, you're going to give me your pussy. You're going to asked me nicely to fuck you. Me and ol' Charlie got us a deal and you're going to hold up his end of the deal. That's right, ain't it Charlie?" he didn't wait for me to answer. It was a good thing because I didn't have an answer anyway. "Charlie told me if I'd keep his white ass from being stomped into a mud puddle, I'd get to fuck you. Charlie told me that he'd talked it over with you and you wanted to keep his ass un-stomped. He said you agreed it was a good deal. You ain't going to renege are you?"

"No," Jenna said in a small voice while looking at the floor. "I won't renege."

"Okay then," Big John said heaving himself to his feet. "It's going down tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at seven. We'll get a bite to eat and maybe listen to some mellow jazz and then we'll go to my place for some fun and games. Wear something sexy." He made a pistol out of his fingers and fired a silent shot in my directions as he left. My brain was frozen and I couldn't think. There had to be a way out of this mess, but I had no idea what it could be.