The Sweet Wife

by Charles Arnold

  She had never been naked before a stranger. She had never stripped for her husband in the obscene way this stranger demanded. Her face was scarlet with shame. She didn’t know quite what to do. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. He nodded. “Lick your lips,” he said. “Make them shine.” As she unfastened the next two buttons, she circled her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Look at me, and pinch your nipples,” he instructed. “And tell me if them tits is mine to play with.”

  Her blouse hung open. She cupped her bare breasts and, with the thumb and index finger of each hand, squeezed her already distended nipples. “Yes,” she said, “my breasts are yours to…to play with.” He gestured for her to continue. She removed her blouse.

  “Just stand there for a minute. Put your hands behind your neck and push your titties out.” He observed her for a few moments. Embarrassed, she lowered her eyes. “Keep looking at me,” he said. “And you know what to do with your tongue.” She looked across at him and once more wet her lips. “Your tits ain’t too big but they don’t sag and you got nice long nipples. Anybody ever suck them nipples but your husband?”

  “No…just Brian.”

  “Well maybe you’d like someone else to suck them and bite them?” It was a question.

  She nodded her head. He waited. “Yes,” she said, “I’d like you to…to…suck my nipples.” Saying the words caused a tingling sensation in her stomach and the warm flow downward to her crotch.

  “Yeah, well maybe I will and maybe I won’t. The way you’re standin is called ‘the position.’ When you’re standin or on your knees if I tell you to take the position that means you put your hands behind your neck and throw your shoulders back. It’s like you’re offering yourself to your man. It’s like you sayin to him he can do what he wants: pinch your tits or slap them. He can stick his finger or his cock or even his big toe in your mouth. He can play with your cunt or your asshole and you don’t do nothing. When you stand or kneel in front him with your hands locked behind your neck you’re telling him that you’re hot and you want him to do what ever he feels like doin to you. And you never turn away or say anything. That’s the first lesson you got to learn about worshipping the black man’s cock.” He leaned forward and wagged a finger at her. “You got that lesson in your head?’

  She lowered her hands to her side and glanced back at Brian hoping he might object to these insanities. He was standing in the open doorway, his face pale, his eyes wide. His hand was on his crotch. She turned toward Travis and put her hands behind her neck again and squared her shoulders, “I understand,” she said.

  “When you’re ready for lesson two, you can drop the skirt, but take your time.”

  She pulled down the side zipper and slowly pushed the skirt over her hips. It slid down her legs and gathered at her feet. Blushing furiously, she stepped out of it. She was tempted to cover her pussy with her hands, but knew he would object. She clasped them in front of her and bowed her head.

  “Ah,” he sighed, “you sure is a tiny woman. “Tell me, did you want to do that? Did you want to tease your black master and stand naked in front of him? Don’t give me no yes or no answer.”

  “Yes….yes,” she glanced up at him, “I was hoping to...to…cause you want me. I…I’m... pleased to stand naked before my…before you.”

  She paused. The color spread from her cheeks down over her breasts. “I want…I mean I hope you like my body…like me this way...naked for you.”

  “I see your husband talked you into doing what I told him to. You shaved your pussy. You do that for me?”

  “Yes, Brian said….I mean, yes, I shaved it for you.”

  “You ever do that before, I mean shave your pussy?”

  “No, never. This is the first time.”

  “You’re gonna do a lot of things for me you ain’t never done before, right?”

  She looked down and twisted her fingers nervously, “I…I...don’t know…I’m not sure…”

  “You gonna keep your white pussy shaved for me, right?”

  She was increasingly worried about his repeated implication that this impossible relationship might continue. After tonight it would be over, there was no question about that. Still, she thought, it would be better to humor him. “I’ll keep it shaved for you,” she said.

  “Open it,” he said.

  She looked puzzled, “I…I…don’t know…”

  “Open your cunt, damnit! I want to see the pink. Ain’t much pink in a black woman’s cunt. I like lots of pink.”

  She spread her pussy lips. Her pussy was glistening with her secretions. He nodded, “Tell me you like showin me your wet cunt.”

  Why, she wondered, did he keep making her say the words. “I like showing myself to you,” she said.

  “Cunt!” he yelled.

  Frightened she quickly answered, “I...I…like showing you my…my cunt.”

  “Yeah, you got to call things by their right names. From now on that’s your cunt and you got to call it that.” He leaned back studying her, “You looking good. I told your husband to have you looking good. That’s the way I want you from now on, you know doin stuff so that you look hot and sexy for me. This afternoon you went to the beauty shop to have your hair done. Right? Then you went to a place where they paint your fingernails and toenails, right?”

  “Brian insisted,” she said.

  “You took money you could of used to do something nice for your kids and spent it on makin yourself look good and buying them fuck-me shoes?” She didn’t answer. Feeling ashamed and terribly guilty, she just nodded.

  “You gonna keep doin that for me, ain’t you? You gonna spend money you got saved for the kids to make yourself look good for your main man? You gonna buy sexy clothes, and perfume, and more of them fuck-me shoes?

  She promised herself that she would somehow make it up to the children. She certainly would never spend any more money on sexy clothes and shoes. Again, there was his ridiculous assumption that this obscene travesty was going to last longer than tonight. She bowed her head and said nothing.

  “Answer me, bitch,” he said.

  “Yes, I’ll do what I can. Spend the money. Cut down on other things.”

  “You always gonna look hot for you’re man; Make other dudes wish they was me when we’re out together. Ain’t that right?” She frowned and was about to object. He half rose out of his chair, “Say it, bitch!” he yelled. “Tell me! Tell me that’s the way it’s gonna be.”

  She stepped back quickly glancing at Brian who seemed to be as afraid as she was. She turned toward Travis who was glaring at her. “Yes,” she said, “I want to…want to be pretty for you when…when your friends see us together.” He waited for more. “When we’re together I want your friends to be envious of you because...because they’ll see that you have a pretty white woman who is...is hot for you...that she’s yours…she belongs to you.”

  “Dance,” he said.

  “What?”

  “You fuckin hard of hearing? I said dance. I want to see you shake it.”

  It was humiliating enough to be standing naked before him, but to dance, “I…I…can’t,” she said.

  Placing both big hands on the arms of the chair, he leaned forward, his face angry, “Damn you, bitch, I said dance!” he shouted.

  Awkwardly, while trying to hear a beat in her head, she began to move taking small unsteady steps in the high heels. After a few moments, he gestured for her to stop. “You gonna have to dance better than that. You got to take some time practicing in front of a mirror.” He finished the last of the beer. “Now, bitch, turn around and bend over. I want to see your little asshole.”

  “Oh, no…please…I mean…,” she began.

  He cut her off by shouting, “Do it, goddamn you! And pull your ass cheeks apart so I get a good look.”

  She felt her face burning with shame. She turned toward Brian and, shutting her eyes, reached behind her to spread her ass cheeks.

  “Jesus!” Travis exclaimed. “T
hat’s the tightest virgin asshole I ever seen. Shit! Ain’t no way you’re gonna be able to fit me till you do some stuff to open it up. You gonna have to buy dildos, ass dildos, three or four in different sizes from small to big.” He snapped his fingers. “OK, stand up and turn around.” He noticed she was still blushing. “You like showin me your asshole?”

  Why, she wondered, did he keep insinuating that he was going to be in her life after tonight? What are these ass dildos he’s talking about? She knew how she had to answer his question, “Yes, I liked showing my…my…myself to you in that way.”

  He crooked a finger at her and pointed to the floor between his spread legs. Once more, she crawled to him. Her pale white skin contrasted sharply with his blackness. Kneeling before him, she looked like a small frightened child. “If you’re hot for your man, little bitch, you know what to do,” he said. Still on her knees, she lifted her head, put her hands behind her neck, and thrust her breasts forward. “Say it,” he ordered.

  “I’m hot. You make me excited. I….I…please, take me.” She told herself she was only speaking this way in order to get it over with and have him leave.

  “Take off my shoes,” he said.

  Bending over, she unlaced one of his huge heavy boots. “I got big feet,” he said. “Need to order special shoes, size eighteen triple E. You ain’t never seen feet as big as mine.” She tugged off the first boot and then the second one. His black socks were damp, the odor of sweat and warm leather. When she’d finished, she looked up at him. “Good,” he nodded. I like to have my feet rubbed, but we’ll save that for some other time. You ever do foot rubs?”

  Removing his shoes was bad enough, the thought of touching his bare feet almost made her wretch. “No, never.”

  “You’ll learn. You got a lot of learnin to do.” He unbuckled his belt and began to zip down his fly. “Move in closer,” he said, “and take the position.” She inched forward between his spread legs and clasped her hands behind her neck as he’d instructed. He rose slightly and pushed his jeans down to his knees. As his cock came into view she uttered a small cry. “Yeah,” he smiled, “that’s what they all do first time they see my black meat.” It hung almost to his knees and was unbelievably thick. He lifted it and let it fall. “In my whole life, I only seen one a little bigger. When you make it hard it’s gonna be just like them convenience stores, “Seven-Eleven.” That’s seven inches around and eleven inches long.”

  Once more he lifted his cock so that it was just inches from her face. The bulbous head was almost as big as a child’s fist. She quickly inched back. She’d never seen an uncircumcised penis before. It was ugly, the veined skin covered its head with only the tip and the long slit of the pee hole exposed.

  He crooked a finger at her motioning for her to come closer. She moved forward slightly. Shaking his prick, he spoke with authority, “After tonight, this gonna be your master.” He tapped his cockhead. “Tonight this gonna be in your mouth, and in your cunt. Later it’s gonna go up your ass. After tonight you ain’t ever gonna be satisfied with no other prick but this one you see here.”

  His tone of voice frightened her. Just looking at his flaccid cock, she couldn’t imagine taking it into any of her orifices. But the idea of it, the impossible obscene, painful, incredibly exciting idea of it suddenly released in her a desire that she could neither understand or control.

  He held the ugly tip close to her lips. “Kiss it,” he said.

  She hesitated, then leaning forward, she gently kissed the slit on the tip of his repulsive penis. Looking up at him she spoke in a whisper, “I...I don’t know. I don’t know what….” Her breathing was coming heavy. She could feel her nipples extend and stiffen. Once more, there was a sinking in her stomach and the warm, wet flow to her vagina. He still held his long, impossibly thick cock out to her. She leaned forward again, letting the tip of her tongue trace his pee hole. She looked up at him, “I didn’t want to…to...do that.” She shook her head. “I shouldn’t be like this, on my knees like this, and naked. I shouldn’t. It’s wrong, terribly wrong…but…”

  “Is your mouth fillin up with spit?”

  She swallowed, “Yes, how did…”

  “That’s cause you want to taste it. You want to, lick it, make it wet, take it in your mouth, suck it. Won’t be long before all you think about is how much you want to suck my black dick, how bad you want it…want it stretchin your cunt, and fillin you up with your black lover’s hot cum.”

  She inched back, “No...no…I don’t…it’s not going to be like that. It can’t be that way, not ever. I’m married. I have little children...no…you’re mistaken if…if…”

  He put his hand behind her head and drew her forward. “Stop talking and lick my balls,” he demanded. He pulled his heavy cock back against his stomach. His huge sack hung just an inch from her face. She breathed in his odor of sweat and dark muskiness. There were tight black curls of hair covering his thighs and around the base of his cock, but his testicles were smooth. She could see the outline of the large globes of his balls filling the bottom of their sacks. Her mouth had filled with saliva again. She swallowed. He pulled her closer. She wanted to turn away, to run to Brian, to call 911. His big hand was on the back of her head, “Do it, bitch,” he said. Tentatively she extended her tongue.

  “Ask,” he said. “Ask nice.”

  Kneeling naked between his massive thighs, she looked up at him, “Please, let me lick,” she said.

  “That’s right. You startin to get the idea. I want my balls to be drippin with your spit, you know.” He pushed her head against his scrotum.

  His scent was strong but, she was surprised to realize, she didn’t mind. Only twice in her marriage had she sucked Brian’s cock. He’d put his shaving cologne all over it. His cock smelled like lavender antiseptic. This was much different. Travis’s testicles were warm and smooth and smelled pungently of sex. She found the scent and taste were making her hot. Saliva kept flowing into her mouth. She used the flat of her tongue and lapped at his ball sack like a puppy. He cupped his balls and lifted them. With the other hand he turned her and forced her to sit so that she was under his testicles and facing forward. He slid partly off his chair. She knew what he wanted. She tilted her head and strained upward. She licked the place between the base of his testicles and the crack of his ass. The fetid scent of his ass and crotch was almost overwhelming, but she found herself breathing him in, deeply. She felt her secretions oozing from her slit.

  He sighed, “Ahh, that’s it. Do like that. You got a hot tongue. Keep doin me like that. Tease me.”

  She wanted desperately to touch herself but didn’t. She drew back a little and flicked the tip of her tongue along the spot he’d presented her with. Then, hesitating, she blew against the wet skin. When her mouth was full of saliva she pushed up against him, her nose almost in his ass crack, his balls against her chin. She groaned and licked, and licked, wanting to please him.

  Suddenly, he lifted up and moved back on the chair. He turned her around and tilted her face up. “I think you gonna be a good little cocksucker. Some women, especially white women, hate the smell and taste of a black man. Some don’t care one way or the other. But there’s a few who take to it, you know. It makes their mouths fill up with spit, makes their nipples hard, makes their cunts soppin wet. What did it do to you?” He held her chin so she couldn’t look away.

  Color flushed her cheeks. Her eyes were bright and her lips glistened. “The…the scent of you and…and taste,” she swallowed, “did all of those things.”

  His huge cock had hardened. He gripped it with one hand and waved it back and forth in front of her. She could see the fat veins like night crawlers twist along its length. The bulbous head was still encased in foreskin. His cock seemed even blacker than the rest of his body. “Eleven by seven,” he said. “And you gonna learn to take all of it, or most of it. Open wide,” he ordered.

  She was frightened. His cock was so unbelievably long and thick. Once more, she w
anted to turn away but found herself unable to. She opened her mouth.

  “Wider,” he said.

  She watched, hypnotized, as he skinned it back. The massive purple-black head emerged like a huge plum. She noticed the print of her lipstick on his pee hole. The ridge that encircled the head was deep. Slowly, he drew her forward, permitting her to adjust gradually to the size. Soon, her mouth was stretched as wide as possible and the silky smooth head of his cock slowly disappeared into it. Her lips formed a tight seal around the ridge. Instinctively, she began to move her tongue against the bottom of his cockhead where it met the ridge.

  Travis nodded across the room at Brian, “I think your wife’s a natural born cocksucker,” he said. “She still got a lot to learn, but you can see she ain’t refusin it.” Gently, he eased his cock further into her mouth. When she gagged, he pulled back. She kept looking up, her mouth open waiting for him, her eyes tearing. “Relax your throat,” he said. “Don’t fight it.” She breathed through her nose and tried to stretch her mouth wider. He pushed deeper. Her mouth was filled with his engorged prick. She could feel the head pressing against the back of her throat. He realized the most she could take this first time was a little less than half. Deciding that was enough for now, he pulled back withdrawing completely. His black cock glistened with her saliva. “You can use your hands but just to hold it while you lick.” She lifted his heavy cock. Her small hands could not encircle it. She stared at the head thinking that just a moment ago it was inside her mouth hot and throbbing. She saw her spittle in the deep ridge. She felt a tremor pass through her body. Bending her head, she slowly ran her tongue along the full length of its underside. Bending lower, she started at his ball sack and licked upward to the ridge which she circled with the tip of her tongue as she looked up into his face.

  He stared down at her, his face solemn, “You’re making love to it, ain’t you, baby. Makin love to my big black dick with your sweet honey mouth?”