It’s a sad state of affairs when your entire life comes into question. Is my marriage good? Does she love me? Did she ever? Is this really happening? These are tough questions to have to ask. Unfortunately, David found himself asking himself those very questions as his tired old car rolled up to the curb in front of his house.
As he unfolded himself from the driver’s seat, he waved to his next-door neighbor, who was mowing the lawn. Vern tipped the mower to turn, cutting a swath of grass up to where Dave was standing, then throttled the mower back to a slow idle so the two could talk.
“Something go wrong with your flight?” Vern asked, surprised to see him.
“No, I just decided not to go. How’s my mower working for you? I just tuned it up and put a new blade on that thing, and it looks like it’s doing a nice job.”
“This is a damn fine mower, Dave. I hope you don’t mind me using it. Gloria told me I could help myself since you would be out of town and all.”
“Yeah, I get the feeling she’s been saying help yourself to a lot of guys lately. Speaking of that, have you seen anything odd going on at my place today?”
“I wouldn’t say odd. Not for her, anyway. I hate to be the one that has to tell you this, but she ain’t exactly alone in there.”
“I don’t suppose the guy is some sort of vacuum cleaner salesman.”
“I kind of doubt it. Not with the way she was draped all over the guy. She waltzed in there wearing the dude like a shirt. That sure ain’t the way my wife used to buy things.”
“Seems like my wife is taking the old in-home trial concept to a whole new level. I wish I were mistaken, but I knew this was going to happen today. Leave it to her to try and pull off this kind of nonsense.”
“One more thing you ought to know before you go in there, Dave. This fellow she’s with… Well, he’s kind of dark.”
“A black guy, huh? I figured as much. How long have they been in there?”
“Not long. My best guess is… that if they started with drinks, they might not even be going at it yet.”
“Thanks, Vern. I appreciate the info. You can keep my mower. I’m not sure I’ll be needing it after this anyway.”
“You’re not planning to do anything stupid, are you? I mean, she ain’t worth goin’ to prison over. Ain’t no woman worth that.”
“We’ll see Vern. For now, I just gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”
What Dave just heard should have come as a shock. According to Vern, his wife was in his home at that very moment, fucking a black man. But shock didn’t describe what David was feeling. In fact, he pretty much expected her to be doing what she was doing.
All of the signs were there. The secrecy, the new sexy clothing, the giddiness Gloria couldn’t quite hide when he told her he had to travel. Then there were the rumors. Tales of her spending time down at the Othello. A club where white suburban women go to find the kind of man she was with.
She had been up to no good for a while. She thought she was so clever. It was only a matter of time. She couldn’t hide what she was doing forever. Walking in on her with another man was inevitable. That’s why David started packing a gun.
David headed into the house, and Vern returned to cutting the grass. The droning buzz of the mower covered any sound David may have made opening the front door. He didn’t even have to sneak. David just walked right in like he owned the place. Well… because he did!
David went straight to the bedroom and found the door ajar. As expected, he saw his lovely young wife naked with another man. He wondered for a moment what could have gone wrong. Why was she doing this? Was he really that bad in bed, or was she just so insecure that she needed validation? None of that really mattered. The bottom line was that she had become nothing more than an unfaithful, cheating slut.
The man she was with was indeed a dark-skinned fellow. Other than that, there was nothing remarkable about him. David assumed she was into the guy for the size of his cock, but he wasn’t all that impressive in the area either. Whatever Gloria’s reason, there she was, her long-forgotten clothes puddled around her feet. Kneeling for this man, suckling at his penis like a calf on an udder.
David was supposed to be on his way to Chicago, but his flight had been canceled. That was his story, anyway. The truth is, there was nothing for him in Chicago. So he drove back home from the airport, hoping Gloria would be home alone and happy to have his company. It looked like she was happy alright, but it didn’t have anything to do with David being home.
For the next few moments, David didn’t make a sound. He just stood there wondering how far she would take this. After a minute or so, he realized the two lovers were so engrossed in each other that they would never notice he was there. So he silenced his phone and started recording. Some good hard video evidence showing that his wife was a cock sucking whore could come in handy.
“You better stop that.” The black man said soon after David started to film. “You keep that up, and you’ll get a mouthful of my seed.”
Gloria abruptly stopped and made a sour face. “I’m sorry, I really don’t like that stuff.”
David grinned. At least she knew the color of the guy’s skin wouldn’t change the taste of his cum.
“I want you to cum in my pussy.” Gloria cooed as she climbed up onto the bed. “Now get up here and fuck me, stud.”
“You want this in there?” The man chuckled. “You sure it’s going to fit in that tight little white coochie of yours?” The guy grinned as he waved his cock up and down like it was some kind of club.
“Stop teasing and give it to me, Jamal. Get over here and put that big fat cock inside me.”
“Jamal!” David scoffed to himself. He told her his name was Jamal? It figures. How cliché.
David kept filming as he watched his wife scoot further up on the bed and spread her legs wide. He shook his head in disbelief when he saw that she had shaved for the occasion. His drive to the airport and back didn’t take that long. The slut must have shaved the night before, which explained why she had been so standoffish and wouldn’t let him touch her when she came to bed.
This behavior of hers wasn’t anything new. David knew this was all part of her routine. She wasn’t doing any of this on a whim. She’d been planning this for quite some time and went to great lengths to disguise what she was doing. She wasn’t as good at hiding things from her husband as she thought.
David knew there was no way this all just happened out of the blue. It was apparent that Gloria nervously waited until David left for the airport, then went down to The Othello, planning to bring home a dark-skinned lover.
With his phone still collecting evidence. David watched as the guy called Jamal mounted his wife and stuffed his black cock into her. Apparently, she was wet and ready, and when it hit bottom, she let out a deep satisfying moan.
It was then that Jamal grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into him as he fucked her. She couldn’t hold still, writhing and panting. Squirming underneath him like a trapped animal. Moments later, she grabbed up handfuls of the bed sheets and arched her back as she had a loud and intense orgasm.
David had seen enough. He stopped recording and pulled the gun out from the back of his waistband. Then he calmly walked into the room and cocked it… (Click)
“Oh, shit,” Jamal froze as he heard that tell-tale click of the hammer being pulled back on a gun.
Gloria’s eyes went from clamped shut in ecstasy to wide open in surprise. “Uh oh,” she muttered. Then she actually had the gall to look pissed… “What the fuck, Dave? Why aren’t you in Chicago?”
“The flight got canceled.” David almost grinned as he put the gun up to Jamal’s head.
“Please, sir, don’t shoot.” Jamal pleaded. “I swear, I had no idea she was married.”
“So those photos on the wall didn’t clue you in?” David pointed to the wedding pictures above the dresser.
“She told me it was over.” Jamal pleaded. “She told me….”
That’s when Gloria loudly interrupted. “Honey, I’m so glad you are here. This man broke into our home and is forcing himself on me.”
“Whoa there. I ain’t raping nobody. We met down at the Othello, and you invited me here.”
“I swear, honey. I didn’t… Besides, you got here just in time. Nothing has happened yet.”
“You lying sack of shit. I just saw you coming all over this motherfucker’s cock. I ought to put a hole in both your heads, but this black asshole is getting it for sure.”
“Please, David. For god’s sake, don’t hurt him. It’s not his fault.”
“So I guess he didn’t break in after all. Will your bull shit lies ever stop? You know, I’ve got nothing left to live for and nothing to lose. So it doesn’t make a shit to me if I go to prison for putting a hole in this asshole’s head or not.”
Gloria just sat there with her mouth open, looking like a bimbo, seemingly dumbfounded by David’s comment. All while a look of desperation and terror overcame Jamal’s face.
“Sir,” Jamal pleaded. “Your beef is with her, not me. I really didn’t know she was your woman. How about if you let me skinny on out of here, and I’ll be on my way. I’ll forget I was ever here, and you can deal with your cheating bitch as you see fit.”
“He’s right, David. This is all my fault. Please, just put the gun down and let him go.”
“No can do. I think that something has to happen here, and that means someone is going to get fucked. I don’t mean getting fuck in a good way either.”
“David, please,” Gloria begged. “No one deserves to die over this.”
“Actually, you are right. If you two wanted to fuck this guy so damn bad… Who am I to stop you? I think the two of you should go at it right now, but it looks like your big dick stud here can’t get it up now. Is it possible that you aren’t the hot piece of ass you think you are? Maybe you just don’t turn this guy on, and that’s a damn shame because if you two want to live, you need to fuck him right now.”
“David, he’s scared. I’m sure you couldn’t get it up with a gun held to your head, either. Just put the gun down and leave him alone.”
“I’m not putting the gun down, but don’t you worry. We can fix Jamal’s little erection problem. Or should I say, you are going to fix it. Get your head down there and suck him up a nice big black boner.”
“But… It’s… It’s dirty.” She whined.
“Dirty! It’s just got some pussy juice on it. Suck it anyway. Unless he already came in you. Is that what you mean when you say it’s dirty? Does that cock have cum on it? Is that why you won’t suck it? Is his cock dirty because it just came out of your cum filled pussy?”
“Stop it, David. You’re being gross.”
“Stop what? I have a right to know. How many times have you done this? How often have you brought home a dirty pussy. Is that something you think is fun? How many times have you tricked me into eating that sort of dirty pussy?
“No, David, I swear. I would never do that to you. It’s just that he’s been inside me, and it’s dirty with my juice.”
“Okay then.” David tilts the gun at Jamal’s head to an angle, showing he is serious. “Go ahead and get that dirty black dick into your lying cheating mouth and suck it or I’ll scatter this asshole’s brains all over the bedroom wall.”
“Just do it miss Gloria,” Jamal pleads. “For god’s sake, it ain’t all that dirty, and I don’t want to die today.”
Gloria begrudgingly takes Jamal’s cock in her mouth and sucks it. The moment it stiffens a bit, she pulls it out and shows it to David. “How’s that? He’s got a boner. Can he go now?”
Unfortunately, as soon as she took Jamal’s dick from her mouth, it started to lilt and soften again.
“You didn’t suck it enough,” David yells. “Get it hard enough to fuck you. Put it back in your mouth and suck until it’s like a big black hammer. And quit screwing around about it. I haven’t got all day.”
“Please, David. Don’t make me do this. He might, you know, have an accident, and that’s just gross.”
David puts the gun at an even steeper angle and shouts, “Suck it now, or I’ll blast this fucker.”
“For god’s sake, do it miss Gloria. Your goddamn husband, he’s fucking crazy.”
Gloria gives in and starts sucking Jamal’s cock.
“That’s right. Keep going bitch. Use your tongue to make it good and hard. He’s going to fuck the shit out of you with that thing.”
“Oh, shit!” Jamal cries out. Then Gloria gets a horrible look on her face.
“Uh oh, did he come?” David snickers.
Gloria gags and slowly shakes her head up and down.
“Show it to me. Open your lying mouth and show me that greasy black load.”
Gloria opens her mouth a bit to show what Jamal did in her mouth.
“Well, I’ll be damned. His cum is white, just like mine. It isn’t chocolate-flavored like you thought, now is it? In fact, I’ll bet it’s salty and nasty tasting, just like mine. Now swallow it. Gulp down that load.”
Gloria struggles to swallow without puking, then shows David she has done what he had ordered her to do. Then she sits there looking as defiant as she possibly can.
“Okay bitch. You had your fun. Now go get that big ass duffle bag out of the closet.”
“You mean that thing you call the body bag? No, David, you can’t. He won’t fit, and I don’t want to… Please just stop this.”
“Dammit, Gloria! Go get the bag, or this nappy-headed bastard gets it.”
“Please, miss Gloria. This motherfucker is serious. Just do what he say. I don’t wanna die.”
“Gloria,” Dave again raises the gun and tilts it to a more serious shooting angle, “Just get the fucking bag, or this shit-skin asshole gets what he’s got coming.”
“I’m so sorry, Dave,” Gloria pleads. “This was just a big mistake. It was a one-time thing. I did it in a moment of weakness. It was just sex. I don’t love him. I love you, and only you. Just let him go, and I promise it will never happen again.”
“Go get the fucking bag, whore.” David yells.
“Okay, okay… I’m getting the bag. Cool your jets.”
Gloria comes back with the bag and throws it on the bed. “Alright, darkie… Go pack her shit, and I don’t mean do her up the ass. Go get her clothes and shit and put it all in the bag. And don’t even think about trying anything cute. Unless you want me to blast a hole in both of your goddamn heads.”
David swings the gun over to point it at Gloria, and she winces, convinced he is about to shoot her. Happy to no longer have a gun pointed at him, Jamal jumps up and starts grabbing up Gloria’s belongings and putting them in the bag.
“Look at him go bitch,” David almost laughs. “You’d think he was running some kind of race. While old jungle boy there is busy packing up your crap, tell me again how this was just a one-time thing.”
“It is Dave. You know I love you. I just stopped in down at the Othello for a quick drink, and Jamal put the moves on me. He swore no one would ever find out. I had a moment of weakness, and I gave in. I didn’t think you would ever know.”
“You lying bitch. This has been going on for weeks. Maybe even months. So how many times have you let this asshole stick his big baboon dick into you.”
“This was the only time, I swear. He got me drunk and….”
“Put a sock in it, bitch.” David interrupted. “If this was the only time, as you say, then how does he know exactly where to find all of your stuff. I mean, look at him go. He hasn’t missed a beat. There’s no way he hasn’t been here before. For fuck’s sake, Gloria. It looks to me like that fucker practically lives here when I’m out of town.”
“Oh my god no, David. That’s not true. This is the first time, I swear.”
As Jamal puts the last bit of her clothing into the bag, David looks at Gloria and shakes his head in disgust. Through this whole ordeal, she hasn’t shed a single tear. She isn’t sorry for cheating and doesn’t care that she is hurting him. There isn’t one ounce of remorse anywhere in her entire body.
When Jamal finishes packing, he zips up the bag. Then David waves the gun in the direction of the door and grins… “Okay, bitch. Time to go. Here are the keys to your car. Drag that bag of crap with you, and don’t come back.”
“What?” Gloria is incredulous. “You don’t expect me to drive that old piece of shit of a car. I’m taking the Audi.”
“No, you are not taking the Audi. That’s my car now. From now on, you can drive that half-broken piece of shit you expected me to drive.”
“Fuck you, David.” She lashes out.
“Fuck me? Maybe if you had stuck to doing just that instead of fucking a bunch of other guys, you would still be living here. Now grab up your shit and leave… and don’t come back.”
Still defiant, Gloria just sits there with a look of disbelief on her face.
“If you are thinking about fighting me about this, think again. I’ve got plenty of video on my phone of you bumping uglies with old blacky here, and I’m not afraid to share it, let’s say, with your parents, Father McIntyre, or how about a judge. Oh, and don’t forget who has the gun here.”
“Come on, Jamal, let’s get out of here.” Gloria motions to Jamal to grab the bag.
“No, no. Stop right there bitch. The jungle bunny stays. You are dragging all of your shit to the car on your own. You made your baggage, and you can carry it. Jamal here is my insurance policy until you get the fuck out of my life. You do that, and I might even let this Cream of Wheat bastard live.”
The two men watch from the front window as Gloria drags the duffel bag out to the half-broken-down car. She struggles to lift the bag high enough to get it in the car. After several tries, Vern finally stops mowing and lends her a hand getting the bag into the trunk.
Then David and Jamal crane their necks as they watch Gloria reluctantly driving away, neither of them knowing where she will go.
When he is sure she is actually gone, David turns to Jamal and says, “Hey, Brian. Do you want a beer?”
“I thought you’d never ask Davy.” The man grins.
“Jamal? Really! Could you have used a more ethnic name?” Dave asks as he reaches into the fridge.
“Come on, man. You remember. We talked about that, and we both decided I’d use a fake name, and I thought Jamal was a nice touch.”
“You know, you’re right. I’m guessing a black stud named Jamal out on the prowl for some white tail sounds a little more convincing than some nerd named Brain.”
“Speak for yourself, nerd. You know Dave isn’t the coolest name in the book either.”
Both men laughed at the ridiculous idea of names indicating whether or not you are a nerd.
“Well, I have to admit you certainly did your part. You looked really scared in there.”
“That’s cause you were pretty damn convincing playing the part of a crazy ass pissed-off husband. For crying out loud Dave, I kept having to remind myself that the gun you were waving around wasn’t real.”
“That’s probably because it is real, but I swear I had the safety on the whole time.”
“You mean you were holding a loaded gun to my head? You son of a bitch!”
“Sorry about that, man. You know I’d never shoot you, but I figured I ought to have a round chambered just in case. What if I needed to pop a hole in the headboard or something to let her know I wasn’t joking. Or even worse… What if it wasn’t you that I walked in on? What if she had managed to hook up with one of those other jackwagons she’s been trying to bed?”
“True that, Davy. You could have been staring down a real ass whooping if that happened. Oh, and I know I told you that you could, but thanks for not calling me the N-Word in there.”
“Shit, Brian. It was hard enough calling you the stupid things I did.”
“Oh man, I almost lost it when you called me a Cream of Wheat bastard. What the hell Davy. You were supposed to act like a racist, not make me laugh.”
“You know I hated saying all that stuff, but you were right. Acting like I hated you just because you are black made damn sure she didn’t figure out we set the whole thing up. Still, I was worried I might offend you.”
“No offense taken, man. Remember, I was the one who told you to do that shit in the first place. Made it look like you really hated me. Made her think you really had no problem shooting me if she didn’t do what you said.”
“No shit Brian. I have no idea what I would have done if she didn’t buy into our little charade.”
“I’m just glad she didn’t say go ahead and shoot old blacky. You know the real racist here is Gloria. All those hot-wife bitches act like they are all into black guys, but in reality, we are just some sort of glorified sex toy to them. Not one of those sluts would ever consider falling in love. Or for god’s sake, actually marrying a black man. Black men are barely one step above sex store dildos to those bitches.”
“She’s a piece of work, alright. I guess I’m lucky I figured out what she was doing before she started abusing me.” David laments.
Brian puts a comforting hand on David’s shoulder and looks him in the eye… “I’m really sorry your old lady was fucking around on you. I’m just glad I could help.”
“We didn’t take it too far, did we?” David asks with a disingenuous chuckle.
“Whatever do you mean?” Brian snickers.
“Well, we did kind of set her up when I showed you where all her stuff was. Claiming you had been practically living here while I was gone was brilliant, if I do say so myself.”
“Yeah, we did set her up pretty good. It’s not like she didn’t deserve it, though. You know she’s been fucking around on you for a while, and she’s been pretty aggressive about it too. In fact, I hardly even looked at her, and she started putting the moves on me. I know the plan was for me to pick her up, but she was the one who did the picking. I barely had time to ask her name, and she was touching the front of my pants.”
“That stands to reason. She did the same thing to me. She calls it checking for size. At least she waited till our second date. I thought she did it because she really liked me, but it seems that’s just what sluts like her do.”
“I hate to say this Davy, but now that I know who she is, I’m pretty sure she’s the one I saw groping on this old white dude a while back.”
“That was probably Vern. She’s been way too friendly with the guy since his wife died. Shit, she’s been letting him use my tools and my mower when I’m gone. I wouldn’t be surprised if she offered to let him use her cunt too.”
“You think the old guy fucked her?”
“I doubt it. Vern is a stand-up guy. He’s been keeping an eye on her while I’m gone. He even followed her down to the Othello one day just so he could report back.”
“I had been wondering how you knew she was hanging out there.”
“So I have to ask. Does she give good head?”
“Nope, it was the worst I’ve ever had. I don’t know how, but I still managed to blow a good-sized load in her mouth like you wanted. You were right, Davy. I don’t think she ever let anyone do that before. My god, she gagged so hard I thought she was gonna puke on me.”
“Oh, and that face she made when I told her to swallow it… priceless. I’ve never seen her look so disgusted. I’m guessing it will be a while before she puts another dick in that lying mouth of hers again.”
“True that, Davy. Do you think she will stay gone?”
“I hope so, but I’m not counting on it,” David speculated. “I suppose it’s for the best if she returns at some point. If she doesn’t, I’ll have to go find her to have her served. Besides, there’s still a shitload of her stuff here that she might as well have. Either way, I owe you one Brian.”
“You don’t owe me nuthin’ man. I was the one that got the free blowjob out of the deal.”
“Speaking of free, how’s your sister?”
“Careful there, nerd. Don’t you be talking like that about my sister.”
“Come on, Brian. You know I didn’t mean it that way. I was just asking how she was doing, and kind of wondering if she was seeing anyone.”
“Yeah, like you got a chance with her. You know she don’t date guys like you.”
“You mean white guys?”
“No, she don’t date nerds.”
“I suppose you’re right. You up for a game of chess?”
“Oh yeah, I’m gonna whoop your ass, nerd.”
“You’re on, nerd.”
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