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07-16-2009, 08:22 AM
Black Alley Part 2
By Kyng Kooba
(tags - Slutwife, MMMF, interracial)
Second and final part to Black Alley
It was Friday night at one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. Kathy knew her husband Paul must have paid a pretty penny to acquire such a good table. All around, waiters hurried in and out of the kitchen carrying expensive plates of artistically cooked dishes for their high-end clientele. More notable, finely dressed men and women were arriving at the door, having their coats taken and being shown through to the bar area. Normally Kathy would have felt right at home but she was far from a contended woman. Even in the days leading up to their wedding anniversary she had been distracted and moody. Tonight was no different and having hardly touched her food she even avoided making eye contact with her husband. After a string of affairs, here he was, suddenly trying to make it all up to her. Maybe it was that he thought he could that so riled her. That she would happily forgive any indiscretion so easily. No. Something in Kathy had changed. Paul was very handsome and yes, she loved him but tonight she was hungry for more. As she finally locked eyes with him across the table, the anger disappeared and was briefly filled a sense of satisfaction. He’d know her own betrayal soon enough.
‘You look stunning tonight darling’ Paul remarked. Kathy had, in the months after her first ever black fucking at the hands of Ray and Darren taken to dressing herself how, she imagined, they would have seen fit. She was a white, married slut, even if it was for now, unbeknown to her hubby. She smiled. Her dress was purposefully revealing, leading Paul to think it for him. Her perfect, well kept, thirty five year old body deserving of attention. Kathy had taken after her mother, in turn a stunningly elegant woman. Rich, dark hair which fell onto her slender shoulders, the dress just about covered her full, firm thighs and ass but betraying the tops of her suspenders which, beneath the table, were prominently displayed. Her large, beautiful breasts lifted neatly out at the front and held Paul’s longing gaze.
‘I knew you’d forgive me and I promise you I’ll never stray again’. Kathy did not reply, but merely checked herself discreetly in a pocket mirror produced from her handbag. After an awkward pause, Paul produced a felt covered black box with a silver band on the lid. ‘An anniversary gift darling’ he said. As she opened it Kathy gasped and for a second her heart melted. Inside were two of the most stunning diamond earrings she had ever seen, with a lavish, matching chain. There were absolutely delightful and Paul grinned, finally seeing the response he wished for on his wife’s face.
‘Oh… Thank-you Paul’ she gasped, bewildered by the quality of the gift. Pausing, Kathy put them on, fastening the delicate chain around her neck.
After dinner the Waiter took away the plates. He asked if they would like to see the desert tray but the couple declined. Ordering coffee Kathy smoked a cigarette and ran her plan through her mind for the hundredth time. To deny herself on a night like this would be a severe failing on her part. Paul had to know, even if it meant the end of their marriage. Rotating her wedding band around her finger she composed herself. This was the way it had to be.
‘Darling, It’s our anniversary’ she began, sitting forwards in her chair and putting her hand out across the table to collect Paul’s. ‘Tonight I want to give you a surprise’. The expression on her hubby’s face changed and he nodded eagerly, his eyes welcoming his wife’s wonderful cleavage. Checking her watch she smiled and nodded to herself. ‘It’s time to go’. Paul gave a quizzical expression but he was willing to go along with anything for now.
Kathy let Paul take her arm as they walked together towards the car. She thought of his last mistress, the sweet blonde girl barely out of her teens. Had he ever brought her to their home? Her home? In their bed? She had cried her last tears. It was a cold night and had been raining much of the day. The ground was still wet and as evening came to an end the streetlights began to blink into life. They approached the car when Paul suddenly gathered his forcefully in his arms. She let him kiss her, impatient and lust stricken, his hands sliding down onto her ass and pulling her onto his rising cock.
‘Not yet honey’ Kathy smiled. ‘I want you to take me somewhere first’.
‘Feeling kinky eh?’ he beamed. ‘Well I hope it’s not too far’.
Checking her watch again Kathy got into the car and crossed her legs. The dress was so short the stocking tops reappeared immediately and with no panties beneath it really left little to the imagination. She knew what she wanted. Just as the rage which still burnt inside her would not be denied. There was no turning back.
Finding the area were Ray and his friend Danny had discovered her months before was more difficult that Kathy had imagined. All the streets looked the same. For an hour they drove, Paul becoming increasingly frustrated at his wife’s whims. Though his irritation with her only fuelled her resolve. Frequently, she reached over and put her hand between his legs, attempting to pacify him while letting him know there would be reward at the end. The streets were mostly deserted. Much as she remembered. Several lost souls huddled around lighted dustbins, the streets on the edge of town home to the most desperate of people. Paul had nothing but contempt for them but Kathy’s heart pounded as the memories came back to her. The dark, the wet and cold, the loneliness and fear she had felt walking these streets alone. At last, a familiar sight.
‘Turn right here and pull up’. Paul let out a long sigh and pulled to the side of the road. Yes, this was it. The building with the broken shop front. The smashed call-box on the street across. Kathy opened the door and stepped out into the night air.
‘Why the fuck are we here?’ Paul looked distastefully around the broken down, boarded up buildings. Most were covered in gang graffiti and litter blowing around the derelict street. A far cry from their lush, four bed-roomed home. Across, a fire burned within. Kathy took several steps towards the light, a sudden gust of wind blowing her back and making her totter on her ‘Gucci’ high heels. Yes, this was the place. It was almost as if some force were willing her back into the car. To go back to her own world and forget what she had done on this forsaken street. Shadows flickered against the stone wall suggesting the movement of people inside. Being there again, brought back all kinds of feelings for her. For a moment she stood, her body aching, willing to be made to feel that way again.
She turned back to see that a black, homeless man pushing a cart full of junk was approaching them. He was mid forties or thereabouts and wore a battered, green army trench-coat. On his head was a thick grey woollen bobble hat that came down low onto his brow, a striking grin and glowing eyes blazing out from beneath. Those eyes were wild.
‘Charity? Charity fo’ a vet’ he said cheerily.
‘Get lost’ Paul spat. The man ignored him but came staggering forward, unfaltering towards Kathy. He walked drunkenly, likely amazed to see such a well presented white couple here in his domain. Reaching into his pocket he produced a paper bag containing a bottle and after taking a swig presented it to her.
‘Hey baby’ he grinned, ‘fo’ the cold’. Kathy put her hands on her hips, letting him run his gaze up and down her body and knowing full well that Paul was watching in disdain. The way he looked at her, right in front of her husband made her feel wonderful and she leant forward to slightly to give him a generous view of her tits.
‘Oh yeah!’ the man beamed, displaying three gold teeth as he took up the generous offer. She posed and returned the smile, his eager eyes recording her fantastic body in all it’s glory.
‘Hey!’ Paul’s voice broke the spell. Kathy gasped at him as he walked over violently and shoved the man on the shoulder. ‘I said fuck off!’ Paul took hold of the mans coat and swung him around so hard he fell heavily onto the road. There was a crack as the bottle in his pocket broke.
‘Damn…fuck’ the man swore, rolling around in the gutter.
‘Stop’ Kathy shouted as Paul made to deliver more punishment. Sneering, he relented and put out his hand. ‘Come oh honey’ he said. ‘Lets get out of here’.
‘Hey baby!’ Kathy knew Ray’s voice right away. The thickly accented tone tinged with subtle menace. It had after all, been in her dreams since her first meeting with the horny Jamaican. For a moment head swam and her heart throbbed. Through the poor light he stood, leaning on a lamp-post not ten feet from were Paul stood, a cigarette between his thick lips. ‘Best leave dat’ brotha’ alone man’. His words were said lightly but there was no request. Paul sensed it and backed towards the car. Ray’s posture and tone demanded respect and Kathy felt her legs go weak.
‘Was wondering when we see yo’ again’ he shouted to her. Trained yo’ good last time eh?’ Paul tilted his head in surprise.
‘What? You know this guy?’ he said. ‘Honey come on, we’re leaving…now’.
Ray blew out a long plume of smoke.
‘Once yo’ go black yo’ neva go back’ he laughed. It was true. Kathy knew. It was her reason for being there and her look said it all. Paul stared at her and their eyes met. There was a look of disbelief in his then suddenly his rage erupted and he ran forward cowardly to kick the kneeling homeless man. From the shadows and with fantastic speed, the coated figure of Danny appeared. He lifted Paul up, a muscular arm locking around her husbands neck which lifted him clean off the ground. It happened so quickly. After a moment gargling and kicking he went still, unconscious. Ray laughed, seeing the look of shock on Kathy’s face.
‘Damn, dat yo’ hubby baby? He one angry white boy. Wha’s he doin’ bring yo’ to dis part of town?’ Kathy looked at both men as they came towards her. Flooded with lust, anger and anguish. They stopping several feet away and Ray let out a long whistle. ‘Forgot wha’ a smoking hot white lady you ar’ he smiled scratching his bristled chin. Having thought about Ray and Danny every day since their last meeting now Kathy was speechless.
‘Fuck…fuck’ the homeless man swore as he inspected the broken bottle in his pocket. Ray laughed and nodded to the sleeping Paul.
‘Relax now Goldy. Dis here lady Kathy’ he smiled. ‘She da pretty white wife of dat piece of shit over there’. Another cold, icy blast blew down the alley. The man named Goldy spread his lips, the precious metal in his teeth catching a light. All three men eyed her up like a piece of white meat. This was incredible. Even then they just took it for granted that they’d end up fucking her. Icy specks of rain began to fall from the sky, making her shiver as they began to land heavier on her back and bare shoulders. The whole experience felt like a dream. Breathing deeply Kathy pulled ridiculously at the short hem of her dress, her head telling her one thing while her heart and pussy quite another.
Danny’s younger, larger frame stood several inches above Ray. Kathy found him extremely attractive. He was dark skinned and dread-locked, his face as last time, poised and focused. A silent yet powerful tinge to his demeanour.
‘Why don’ we go inside and av’ a good look at you baby?’ Ray smiled, his words soaked with suggestion.
‘Alright Ray’ Kathy replied, her voice husky from the excitement and cold. Stepping forward he put his coat around her arms and together they went into the shop front. Underfoot remained as treacherous as ever. Bricks and debris scattered around the floor meant she had to be sure of her footing. The fire burnt as brightly as before and was just as welcome as the first time she had been there. The flames licked against the sides of the metal, sending sparks up through the roof of the building and onward into the nights sky.
Ray took back his coat in order to give himself chance to observe his prey in the light. There was no doubt he liked what he saw. Danny went back for Paul, carrying him through the shop front as Ray gave instruction for him to be tied to an exposed beam in the wall. Her cheating hubby would have a perfect view as events unfolded. As Kathy’s eyes adjusted she saw the black men’s home now had two soiled couches, a gas stove and two mattresses in the adjoining room. Her revenge was so close. When Ray stepped out of the darkness his closeness startled her. She felt her knees tremble, unable to contain herself any longer, putting her arms around his neck she kissed him full on the mouth. The horny Jamaican seemed surprise as he leant in, returning the embrace and sliding his big hands under the dress and onto her ass.
‘Mmm damn yea. You fucking hot lady Kathy’. Already his erection was pressed hard into her belly. As behind her, Goldy beamed and watched with awe, Ray took the dress and dragged it down over the lovely woman’s breasts. She gasped on his forcefulness, rough hands groping her tits and squeezing her flat nipples. Everything was getting to her.
‘I want to suck your dick’ she gasped dropping to her knees and unfastening Ray’s pants. She took his thick dick so violently into her mouth she gagged herself. He throbbed on her tongue, letting out a small groan and thrusting forward gently with his hips. With her fist wrapped tightly around the thick shaft Kathy put her mouth to work, looking up Ray while stroking his shaft rapidly against the back of her throat. It felt good. Natural even, so be blowing another mans cock again with her husband only feet away.
‘Das it…das it Kathy’ Ray smiled as he kicked off his pants completely. His erection was solid, veins massed along his length. Suddenly Danny was beside her, bigger, blacker. A hand came down and fondled her breasts in turn as she took him, bobbing her head willingly on the head of his monster cock. Small beads of spittle began beading off her chin, dribbling down the underside of Danny’s cock and into his huge balls.
From the chair Paul groaned. He was coming too. Quickly Ray helped Kathy to her feet and roughly pulled the dress down completely. Another hand groped keenly between her legs, tracing a finger along her pussy and sending a shudder through her whole body.
‘Damn she fucking ready fo’ dick’ came a vigorous smirk. It was true. Kathy felt true arousal for the upcoming intercourse. Eagerly Ray groped her tits, his aggression taking her breath away. A wave of nervous excitement suddenly intoxicated her. The proximity of the fire lavished her skin and made her throb with anticipation. Here she was with three horny black males taking full advantage. Paul was going to watch and know that he wasn’t the only cheat. Naked but for her stockings and high heels she turned, posing and enjoying the looks of the men.
‘Ma turn…ma turn’ Goldy grinned rubbing his thin, long dick with his hand. His balls were huge and Kathy squatted and cupped them gently.
‘What…oh…oh my god!’ Paul’s voice rose in shock at the sight in front of him. It felt music to her ears. Across the small broken building their eyes met and Kathy winked in satisfaction. Swapping hands she wrapped her fingers around the homeless mans cock and rubbed gently up and down. Goldy was beaming like a schoolboy. All the more when the lovely white woman pulled back his foreskin and rubbed her tongue all over his cock-head. He stiffened immediately, his cock arching as she slid her warm, luscious mouth down over him.
‘See dat whiteboy! Yeah, suck dat fuckin dick lady’ he grinned, pulling her hair behind her ear and eyeing the sparkling anniversary earrings.
Kathy closed her eyes. Her hubby Paul was wide awake now but his words of outrage fell of deaf ears. He took to muttering to himself as she sucked Goldy’s dick greedily. Ray and Danny both stood around her, dicks out and already well sucked. That wouldn’t be enough though. She had seen the look of panic and disbelief in her hubby’s eyes and relished it. Now he knew how she had felt. This was what she wanted but giving up her married pussy was next on the list. All three cocks inside her. Smiling to herself in satisfaction she slurped Goldy’s dick noisily as he taunted Paul. Her spittle dripping off her chin and running down his length.
‘Like dat!…See what happening now eh muthafucka. Mess wit’ me eh?’.
‘Ready to fuck me boys?’ Kathy grinned, curling her hair around her finger girlishly.
‘Yo wife like it big n black now’ laughed Goldy at the helpless Paul. With all eyes on her perfect ass Kathy walked over to the couch. As she climbed on the material damp, cold seeped instantly through her stocking knees. She made what she felt was a nice target of her rear and looked over her shoulder at the group gathered behind her. Her hubby’s face was a picture, mouth agape in disbelief. Especially so as Ray strolled up, his dark brown meat swinging from side to side. Gently he reached beneath her with one hand, caressed her tits and penetrated with the other. Maybe it was the fact that Paul was so close at hand to watch but Kathy knew she was going to come quickly. It took Ray two attempts before his cock parted Kathy’s pussy lips and began working it’s way between her legs. She forced out a cry as she felt him thrust, impatiently at her, gripping the head of the couch, her fingers clasped tight as he let loose again and again. Her heart was racing and in moments Ray was pounding her from behind.
‘She like dat black dick son’ Goldy laughed slapping Paul’s shoulder playfully.
Kathy cried out over and over as Ray’s big dick rutted her furiously and his balls slapped noisily on her ass. The sound of them fucking reverberated around the small bricked building. With a whimper she came, dropping her head onto her forearm and releasing a series of desperate wails. She was close to tears with pleasure.
‘Damn she wet’ Ray gasped, blowing and gasping, his hands grasping Kathy’s hips while feeding her his long, dark length. The hot, white slut jerked forwards brutally on his savage strokes. Taking him to the balls, deep and bare in her married pussy. ‘Goin blow ma nut’ he groaned, roaring with delight as he unloaded a series of stiff, final thrusts. Relaxing her grip on the couch Kathy let her palpation’s settle. She had come twice on her first fuck. What did that say about her? What next? For what seemed like an age they remained locked before Ray gently slid his soaked dick from inside her.
Turning onto her back Kathy parted her legs, happy with the first load in her belly but aware others were waiting. This was only the start. Beneath her the couch felt warm and wet. Dreamily she looked up through the broken roof and found a sky full of stars. It had turned into a clear night. Then tracing a finger along her wet pussy she smiled at her hubby. His expression was one of horror. They had been married for years and now, well, she was very different from the woman he once knew. Now they were face to face.
‘Good’ though Kathy. He could watch perfectly while she fucked Danny’s big, black dick. Forward the young bull stepped, gathering her legs back and making an expert target of her hole. Anticipation swept through her as the biggest cock in the room stood foreboding and intent between her thighs. Taking himself in his fist Danny rubbed the head up and down against her slightly open cunt lips. His arms pinned her legs helplessly in the air to the sides with such authority that Kathy felt herself come as soon as the big man started to penetrate her. She was so wet, gasping as she felt herself stretch to take him. Before she knew it she was moaning out loud, in a delirium as Danny fed her his cock. From the floor, Paul had a perfect view of Danny’s balls flattening against his wife on each stroke.
After ten minutes her lower body felt numb. Danny fucked her with slow, deep strokes. For the most part she wasn’t aware of what she was saying. Just begging the black stud to keep fucking her the way he was. She could feel every inch of his dick inside her, snapped out of the trace only by Goldy’s cock suddenly appeared in her face and rubbing against her mouth. Turning her head she took him, the cock-head bulging off the inside of her cheek. She sucked his cock-head dutifully, servicing two at once. A gasp betrayed the fact that he lover was reaching a peak.
‘Come in me Danny’ Kathy heard herself gasp seconds before a torrent of hot, come squirted powerfully into her womb. Lingering a moment he pulled out, his dick wet and oily and the tip and masked in a wax of creamy sperm. Sliding a hand between her legs Kathy felt herself well with black seed. Her chest rose and fell, heart ready to explode.
‘Damn’ Goldy grinned taking over immediately. He stepped forward and began fingering Kathy’s open cunt with two fingers. The friction felt good, everything on show for the men.
‘C’mon lady, push sum dat nigga come out ya’. Wanting to please she forced down, once, then twice before a small wad of jizm bubbled from her hole and onto the couch.
‘Stop dat man’ grinned Ray. ‘S’about putting our loads in her, not taking em out’.
‘Well I sure got a load for dis fucking ho’ Goldy shrugged. ‘Aint fucked no whi’ woman in a long time’. He quickly pinned open her legs, gasping stale air in Kathy’s face as he pushed his way effortlessly inside her. She placed her hands on his ass, enjoying the rhythm as he bounded furiously against her and driving her against the couch. It was a good, desperate fuck. Goldy gasped out his delight. His heavy balls slapped firmly against her ass making her smile as she imagined the perfect view Paul must have had, a line of semen leaking out of her and down the front of the couch. Kathy’s shoes were still attached, positioned towards the ceiling. However, one of her heels came flying off under the brutal fucking Goldy dished out.
Quickly he pulled out and changed position, turning her onto her knees and fucking hard from behind. Arching her back against him she realised tears of joy were running down her face. Brushing back her hair, Ray crouched and put his cock in her face for good measure, his lips spreading into a grin as she dutifully sucked him best she could. While his friends ruined Kathy, Danny sat and went through Paul’s pockets. Despite the odd insult the hubby did nothing to resist. In front of him his lovely wife was being black fucked by a horny, homeless studs. The look on her face one of delirium. The image spoke for itself. Goldy withdrew quickly and danced around the couch. His oily, come stained dick penetrated her lovely mouth and abusing it with rapid strokes. Gasping, he unloaded, splattering the back of her throat before pulling out and laying several more spurts on her face.
Kathy opened her eyes. The steady feel of warm semen running slowly down her face. Taking the older man again in her mouth the combined taste of herself and salty seed on his dick was agreeable to her. Gingerly she stood, pushing her hair behind her ear. Laughter came from around her. It was like the whole world didn’t matter anymore. There was only here and now.
‘That was wonderful’ she smiled at Goldy.
‘Was ma’ pleasure lady’ he replied. Glancing at her hubby Kathy unclipped the anniversary earrings and put them in his hand.
‘These are for you’ she smiled. ‘I’m sorry my husband was such a jerk’.
A smile erupted on her lips as Ray led her keenly over to the mattress. His dick was erect again. Roughly she lay back and let her legs be spread back. Pushing effortlessly in he began fucking with short strokes.
‘Got to make da most’ he grinned in her face. ‘Not every day we get a fine lady like dis along’. Closing her eyes Kathy listen to the sound of her own gasps and groans. Ray had never been in the best shape and he was breathing heavy. Still, he fucked her for what seemed like an age. Finally she felt him pull out and seconds later, splatter her tits with thick, warm come.
When she opened her eyes Danny was about to fuck her again. Across the room, by the fire Ray was standing by Paul and wiping his dick on her discarded dress. He grinned while he did, a deliberate statement of ownership towards her husband. The sound of Kathy and Danny mating bounded around the broken, brick walls one last time. As his friend screwed her Ray brought her handbag over to him, sat down and went through it. He took some cash from her purse as well as her mobile phone and a small broach. Pushing himself up onto his arms Danny gazed down at the beautiful woman, her sparkling necklace. He would leave her with that, if nothing else. As he drove into her body the second high heel came loose under the strain of his fucking and swung on her ankle by the strap.
‘How you doing there Kathy’ Ray sniffed, squatting down and feeling each of Kathy’s breasts. She smiled up at him, accepting of her perfect heaven.
24 months later…..
Kathy looked out from the kitchen window over her garden. She was working in property again and had in fact moved to a better paid position in the city. Out in the garden her one year old son Marcus was playing under her careful watch. She often wondered which of the three men she had met on ‘black’ alley was father to her son. He did, if anything possess many of Danny’s characteristics. Paul was now a distant memory. He had in fact, left her shortly after that night. That was to be expected. She knew Paul and knew he would never get over what he had seen. Though she felt some guilt for what she had done she knew the blame lay with him. Her life had changed for the better.
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By Kyng Kooba
(tags - Slutwife, MMMF, interracial)
Second and final part to Black Alley
It was Friday night at one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. Kathy knew her husband Paul must have paid a pretty penny to acquire such a good table. All around, waiters hurried in and out of the kitchen carrying expensive plates of artistically cooked dishes for their high-end clientele. More notable, finely dressed men and women were arriving at the door, having their coats taken and being shown through to the bar area. Normally Kathy would have felt right at home but she was far from a contended woman. Even in the days leading up to their wedding anniversary she had been distracted and moody. Tonight was no different and having hardly touched her food she even avoided making eye contact with her husband. After a string of affairs, here he was, suddenly trying to make it all up to her. Maybe it was that he thought he could that so riled her. That she would happily forgive any indiscretion so easily. No. Something in Kathy had changed. Paul was very handsome and yes, she loved him but tonight she was hungry for more. As she finally locked eyes with him across the table, the anger disappeared and was briefly filled a sense of satisfaction. He’d know her own betrayal soon enough.
‘You look stunning tonight darling’ Paul remarked. Kathy had, in the months after her first ever black fucking at the hands of Ray and Darren taken to dressing herself how, she imagined, they would have seen fit. She was a white, married slut, even if it was for now, unbeknown to her hubby. She smiled. Her dress was purposefully revealing, leading Paul to think it for him. Her perfect, well kept, thirty five year old body deserving of attention. Kathy had taken after her mother, in turn a stunningly elegant woman. Rich, dark hair which fell onto her slender shoulders, the dress just about covered her full, firm thighs and ass but betraying the tops of her suspenders which, beneath the table, were prominently displayed. Her large, beautiful breasts lifted neatly out at the front and held Paul’s longing gaze.
‘I knew you’d forgive me and I promise you I’ll never stray again’. Kathy did not reply, but merely checked herself discreetly in a pocket mirror produced from her handbag. After an awkward pause, Paul produced a felt covered black box with a silver band on the lid. ‘An anniversary gift darling’ he said. As she opened it Kathy gasped and for a second her heart melted. Inside were two of the most stunning diamond earrings she had ever seen, with a lavish, matching chain. There were absolutely delightful and Paul grinned, finally seeing the response he wished for on his wife’s face.
‘Oh… Thank-you Paul’ she gasped, bewildered by the quality of the gift. Pausing, Kathy put them on, fastening the delicate chain around her neck.
After dinner the Waiter took away the plates. He asked if they would like to see the desert tray but the couple declined. Ordering coffee Kathy smoked a cigarette and ran her plan through her mind for the hundredth time. To deny herself on a night like this would be a severe failing on her part. Paul had to know, even if it meant the end of their marriage. Rotating her wedding band around her finger she composed herself. This was the way it had to be.
‘Darling, It’s our anniversary’ she began, sitting forwards in her chair and putting her hand out across the table to collect Paul’s. ‘Tonight I want to give you a surprise’. The expression on her hubby’s face changed and he nodded eagerly, his eyes welcoming his wife’s wonderful cleavage. Checking her watch she smiled and nodded to herself. ‘It’s time to go’. Paul gave a quizzical expression but he was willing to go along with anything for now.
Kathy let Paul take her arm as they walked together towards the car. She thought of his last mistress, the sweet blonde girl barely out of her teens. Had he ever brought her to their home? Her home? In their bed? She had cried her last tears. It was a cold night and had been raining much of the day. The ground was still wet and as evening came to an end the streetlights began to blink into life. They approached the car when Paul suddenly gathered his forcefully in his arms. She let him kiss her, impatient and lust stricken, his hands sliding down onto her ass and pulling her onto his rising cock.
‘Not yet honey’ Kathy smiled. ‘I want you to take me somewhere first’.
‘Feeling kinky eh?’ he beamed. ‘Well I hope it’s not too far’.
Checking her watch again Kathy got into the car and crossed her legs. The dress was so short the stocking tops reappeared immediately and with no panties beneath it really left little to the imagination. She knew what she wanted. Just as the rage which still burnt inside her would not be denied. There was no turning back.
Finding the area were Ray and his friend Danny had discovered her months before was more difficult that Kathy had imagined. All the streets looked the same. For an hour they drove, Paul becoming increasingly frustrated at his wife’s whims. Though his irritation with her only fuelled her resolve. Frequently, she reached over and put her hand between his legs, attempting to pacify him while letting him know there would be reward at the end. The streets were mostly deserted. Much as she remembered. Several lost souls huddled around lighted dustbins, the streets on the edge of town home to the most desperate of people. Paul had nothing but contempt for them but Kathy’s heart pounded as the memories came back to her. The dark, the wet and cold, the loneliness and fear she had felt walking these streets alone. At last, a familiar sight.
‘Turn right here and pull up’. Paul let out a long sigh and pulled to the side of the road. Yes, this was it. The building with the broken shop front. The smashed call-box on the street across. Kathy opened the door and stepped out into the night air.
‘Why the fuck are we here?’ Paul looked distastefully around the broken down, boarded up buildings. Most were covered in gang graffiti and litter blowing around the derelict street. A far cry from their lush, four bed-roomed home. Across, a fire burned within. Kathy took several steps towards the light, a sudden gust of wind blowing her back and making her totter on her ‘Gucci’ high heels. Yes, this was the place. It was almost as if some force were willing her back into the car. To go back to her own world and forget what she had done on this forsaken street. Shadows flickered against the stone wall suggesting the movement of people inside. Being there again, brought back all kinds of feelings for her. For a moment she stood, her body aching, willing to be made to feel that way again.
She turned back to see that a black, homeless man pushing a cart full of junk was approaching them. He was mid forties or thereabouts and wore a battered, green army trench-coat. On his head was a thick grey woollen bobble hat that came down low onto his brow, a striking grin and glowing eyes blazing out from beneath. Those eyes were wild.
‘Charity? Charity fo’ a vet’ he said cheerily.
‘Get lost’ Paul spat. The man ignored him but came staggering forward, unfaltering towards Kathy. He walked drunkenly, likely amazed to see such a well presented white couple here in his domain. Reaching into his pocket he produced a paper bag containing a bottle and after taking a swig presented it to her.
‘Hey baby’ he grinned, ‘fo’ the cold’. Kathy put her hands on her hips, letting him run his gaze up and down her body and knowing full well that Paul was watching in disdain. The way he looked at her, right in front of her husband made her feel wonderful and she leant forward to slightly to give him a generous view of her tits.
‘Oh yeah!’ the man beamed, displaying three gold teeth as he took up the generous offer. She posed and returned the smile, his eager eyes recording her fantastic body in all it’s glory.
‘Hey!’ Paul’s voice broke the spell. Kathy gasped at him as he walked over violently and shoved the man on the shoulder. ‘I said fuck off!’ Paul took hold of the mans coat and swung him around so hard he fell heavily onto the road. There was a crack as the bottle in his pocket broke.
‘Damn…fuck’ the man swore, rolling around in the gutter.
‘Stop’ Kathy shouted as Paul made to deliver more punishment. Sneering, he relented and put out his hand. ‘Come oh honey’ he said. ‘Lets get out of here’.
‘Hey baby!’ Kathy knew Ray’s voice right away. The thickly accented tone tinged with subtle menace. It had after all, been in her dreams since her first meeting with the horny Jamaican. For a moment head swam and her heart throbbed. Through the poor light he stood, leaning on a lamp-post not ten feet from were Paul stood, a cigarette between his thick lips. ‘Best leave dat’ brotha’ alone man’. His words were said lightly but there was no request. Paul sensed it and backed towards the car. Ray’s posture and tone demanded respect and Kathy felt her legs go weak.
‘Was wondering when we see yo’ again’ he shouted to her. Trained yo’ good last time eh?’ Paul tilted his head in surprise.
‘What? You know this guy?’ he said. ‘Honey come on, we’re leaving…now’.
Ray blew out a long plume of smoke.
‘Once yo’ go black yo’ neva go back’ he laughed. It was true. Kathy knew. It was her reason for being there and her look said it all. Paul stared at her and their eyes met. There was a look of disbelief in his then suddenly his rage erupted and he ran forward cowardly to kick the kneeling homeless man. From the shadows and with fantastic speed, the coated figure of Danny appeared. He lifted Paul up, a muscular arm locking around her husbands neck which lifted him clean off the ground. It happened so quickly. After a moment gargling and kicking he went still, unconscious. Ray laughed, seeing the look of shock on Kathy’s face.
‘Damn, dat yo’ hubby baby? He one angry white boy. Wha’s he doin’ bring yo’ to dis part of town?’ Kathy looked at both men as they came towards her. Flooded with lust, anger and anguish. They stopping several feet away and Ray let out a long whistle. ‘Forgot wha’ a smoking hot white lady you ar’ he smiled scratching his bristled chin. Having thought about Ray and Danny every day since their last meeting now Kathy was speechless.
‘Fuck…fuck’ the homeless man swore as he inspected the broken bottle in his pocket. Ray laughed and nodded to the sleeping Paul.
‘Relax now Goldy. Dis here lady Kathy’ he smiled. ‘She da pretty white wife of dat piece of shit over there’. Another cold, icy blast blew down the alley. The man named Goldy spread his lips, the precious metal in his teeth catching a light. All three men eyed her up like a piece of white meat. This was incredible. Even then they just took it for granted that they’d end up fucking her. Icy specks of rain began to fall from the sky, making her shiver as they began to land heavier on her back and bare shoulders. The whole experience felt like a dream. Breathing deeply Kathy pulled ridiculously at the short hem of her dress, her head telling her one thing while her heart and pussy quite another.
Danny’s younger, larger frame stood several inches above Ray. Kathy found him extremely attractive. He was dark skinned and dread-locked, his face as last time, poised and focused. A silent yet powerful tinge to his demeanour.
‘Why don’ we go inside and av’ a good look at you baby?’ Ray smiled, his words soaked with suggestion.
‘Alright Ray’ Kathy replied, her voice husky from the excitement and cold. Stepping forward he put his coat around her arms and together they went into the shop front. Underfoot remained as treacherous as ever. Bricks and debris scattered around the floor meant she had to be sure of her footing. The fire burnt as brightly as before and was just as welcome as the first time she had been there. The flames licked against the sides of the metal, sending sparks up through the roof of the building and onward into the nights sky.
Ray took back his coat in order to give himself chance to observe his prey in the light. There was no doubt he liked what he saw. Danny went back for Paul, carrying him through the shop front as Ray gave instruction for him to be tied to an exposed beam in the wall. Her cheating hubby would have a perfect view as events unfolded. As Kathy’s eyes adjusted she saw the black men’s home now had two soiled couches, a gas stove and two mattresses in the adjoining room. Her revenge was so close. When Ray stepped out of the darkness his closeness startled her. She felt her knees tremble, unable to contain herself any longer, putting her arms around his neck she kissed him full on the mouth. The horny Jamaican seemed surprise as he leant in, returning the embrace and sliding his big hands under the dress and onto her ass.
‘Mmm damn yea. You fucking hot lady Kathy’. Already his erection was pressed hard into her belly. As behind her, Goldy beamed and watched with awe, Ray took the dress and dragged it down over the lovely woman’s breasts. She gasped on his forcefulness, rough hands groping her tits and squeezing her flat nipples. Everything was getting to her.
‘I want to suck your dick’ she gasped dropping to her knees and unfastening Ray’s pants. She took his thick dick so violently into her mouth she gagged herself. He throbbed on her tongue, letting out a small groan and thrusting forward gently with his hips. With her fist wrapped tightly around the thick shaft Kathy put her mouth to work, looking up Ray while stroking his shaft rapidly against the back of her throat. It felt good. Natural even, so be blowing another mans cock again with her husband only feet away.
‘Das it…das it Kathy’ Ray smiled as he kicked off his pants completely. His erection was solid, veins massed along his length. Suddenly Danny was beside her, bigger, blacker. A hand came down and fondled her breasts in turn as she took him, bobbing her head willingly on the head of his monster cock. Small beads of spittle began beading off her chin, dribbling down the underside of Danny’s cock and into his huge balls.
From the chair Paul groaned. He was coming too. Quickly Ray helped Kathy to her feet and roughly pulled the dress down completely. Another hand groped keenly between her legs, tracing a finger along her pussy and sending a shudder through her whole body.
‘Damn she fucking ready fo’ dick’ came a vigorous smirk. It was true. Kathy felt true arousal for the upcoming intercourse. Eagerly Ray groped her tits, his aggression taking her breath away. A wave of nervous excitement suddenly intoxicated her. The proximity of the fire lavished her skin and made her throb with anticipation. Here she was with three horny black males taking full advantage. Paul was going to watch and know that he wasn’t the only cheat. Naked but for her stockings and high heels she turned, posing and enjoying the looks of the men.
‘Ma turn…ma turn’ Goldy grinned rubbing his thin, long dick with his hand. His balls were huge and Kathy squatted and cupped them gently.
‘What…oh…oh my god!’ Paul’s voice rose in shock at the sight in front of him. It felt music to her ears. Across the small broken building their eyes met and Kathy winked in satisfaction. Swapping hands she wrapped her fingers around the homeless mans cock and rubbed gently up and down. Goldy was beaming like a schoolboy. All the more when the lovely white woman pulled back his foreskin and rubbed her tongue all over his cock-head. He stiffened immediately, his cock arching as she slid her warm, luscious mouth down over him.
‘See dat whiteboy! Yeah, suck dat fuckin dick lady’ he grinned, pulling her hair behind her ear and eyeing the sparkling anniversary earrings.
Kathy closed her eyes. Her hubby Paul was wide awake now but his words of outrage fell of deaf ears. He took to muttering to himself as she sucked Goldy’s dick greedily. Ray and Danny both stood around her, dicks out and already well sucked. That wouldn’t be enough though. She had seen the look of panic and disbelief in her hubby’s eyes and relished it. Now he knew how she had felt. This was what she wanted but giving up her married pussy was next on the list. All three cocks inside her. Smiling to herself in satisfaction she slurped Goldy’s dick noisily as he taunted Paul. Her spittle dripping off her chin and running down his length.
‘Like dat!…See what happening now eh muthafucka. Mess wit’ me eh?’.
‘Ready to fuck me boys?’ Kathy grinned, curling her hair around her finger girlishly.
‘Yo wife like it big n black now’ laughed Goldy at the helpless Paul. With all eyes on her perfect ass Kathy walked over to the couch. As she climbed on the material damp, cold seeped instantly through her stocking knees. She made what she felt was a nice target of her rear and looked over her shoulder at the group gathered behind her. Her hubby’s face was a picture, mouth agape in disbelief. Especially so as Ray strolled up, his dark brown meat swinging from side to side. Gently he reached beneath her with one hand, caressed her tits and penetrated with the other. Maybe it was the fact that Paul was so close at hand to watch but Kathy knew she was going to come quickly. It took Ray two attempts before his cock parted Kathy’s pussy lips and began working it’s way between her legs. She forced out a cry as she felt him thrust, impatiently at her, gripping the head of the couch, her fingers clasped tight as he let loose again and again. Her heart was racing and in moments Ray was pounding her from behind.
‘She like dat black dick son’ Goldy laughed slapping Paul’s shoulder playfully.
Kathy cried out over and over as Ray’s big dick rutted her furiously and his balls slapped noisily on her ass. The sound of them fucking reverberated around the small bricked building. With a whimper she came, dropping her head onto her forearm and releasing a series of desperate wails. She was close to tears with pleasure.
‘Damn she wet’ Ray gasped, blowing and gasping, his hands grasping Kathy’s hips while feeding her his long, dark length. The hot, white slut jerked forwards brutally on his savage strokes. Taking him to the balls, deep and bare in her married pussy. ‘Goin blow ma nut’ he groaned, roaring with delight as he unloaded a series of stiff, final thrusts. Relaxing her grip on the couch Kathy let her palpation’s settle. She had come twice on her first fuck. What did that say about her? What next? For what seemed like an age they remained locked before Ray gently slid his soaked dick from inside her.
Turning onto her back Kathy parted her legs, happy with the first load in her belly but aware others were waiting. This was only the start. Beneath her the couch felt warm and wet. Dreamily she looked up through the broken roof and found a sky full of stars. It had turned into a clear night. Then tracing a finger along her wet pussy she smiled at her hubby. His expression was one of horror. They had been married for years and now, well, she was very different from the woman he once knew. Now they were face to face.
‘Good’ though Kathy. He could watch perfectly while she fucked Danny’s big, black dick. Forward the young bull stepped, gathering her legs back and making an expert target of her hole. Anticipation swept through her as the biggest cock in the room stood foreboding and intent between her thighs. Taking himself in his fist Danny rubbed the head up and down against her slightly open cunt lips. His arms pinned her legs helplessly in the air to the sides with such authority that Kathy felt herself come as soon as the big man started to penetrate her. She was so wet, gasping as she felt herself stretch to take him. Before she knew it she was moaning out loud, in a delirium as Danny fed her his cock. From the floor, Paul had a perfect view of Danny’s balls flattening against his wife on each stroke.
After ten minutes her lower body felt numb. Danny fucked her with slow, deep strokes. For the most part she wasn’t aware of what she was saying. Just begging the black stud to keep fucking her the way he was. She could feel every inch of his dick inside her, snapped out of the trace only by Goldy’s cock suddenly appeared in her face and rubbing against her mouth. Turning her head she took him, the cock-head bulging off the inside of her cheek. She sucked his cock-head dutifully, servicing two at once. A gasp betrayed the fact that he lover was reaching a peak.
‘Come in me Danny’ Kathy heard herself gasp seconds before a torrent of hot, come squirted powerfully into her womb. Lingering a moment he pulled out, his dick wet and oily and the tip and masked in a wax of creamy sperm. Sliding a hand between her legs Kathy felt herself well with black seed. Her chest rose and fell, heart ready to explode.
‘Damn’ Goldy grinned taking over immediately. He stepped forward and began fingering Kathy’s open cunt with two fingers. The friction felt good, everything on show for the men.
‘C’mon lady, push sum dat nigga come out ya’. Wanting to please she forced down, once, then twice before a small wad of jizm bubbled from her hole and onto the couch.
‘Stop dat man’ grinned Ray. ‘S’about putting our loads in her, not taking em out’.
‘Well I sure got a load for dis fucking ho’ Goldy shrugged. ‘Aint fucked no whi’ woman in a long time’. He quickly pinned open her legs, gasping stale air in Kathy’s face as he pushed his way effortlessly inside her. She placed her hands on his ass, enjoying the rhythm as he bounded furiously against her and driving her against the couch. It was a good, desperate fuck. Goldy gasped out his delight. His heavy balls slapped firmly against her ass making her smile as she imagined the perfect view Paul must have had, a line of semen leaking out of her and down the front of the couch. Kathy’s shoes were still attached, positioned towards the ceiling. However, one of her heels came flying off under the brutal fucking Goldy dished out.
Quickly he pulled out and changed position, turning her onto her knees and fucking hard from behind. Arching her back against him she realised tears of joy were running down her face. Brushing back her hair, Ray crouched and put his cock in her face for good measure, his lips spreading into a grin as she dutifully sucked him best she could. While his friends ruined Kathy, Danny sat and went through Paul’s pockets. Despite the odd insult the hubby did nothing to resist. In front of him his lovely wife was being black fucked by a horny, homeless studs. The look on her face one of delirium. The image spoke for itself. Goldy withdrew quickly and danced around the couch. His oily, come stained dick penetrated her lovely mouth and abusing it with rapid strokes. Gasping, he unloaded, splattering the back of her throat before pulling out and laying several more spurts on her face.
Kathy opened her eyes. The steady feel of warm semen running slowly down her face. Taking the older man again in her mouth the combined taste of herself and salty seed on his dick was agreeable to her. Gingerly she stood, pushing her hair behind her ear. Laughter came from around her. It was like the whole world didn’t matter anymore. There was only here and now.
‘That was wonderful’ she smiled at Goldy.
‘Was ma’ pleasure lady’ he replied. Glancing at her hubby Kathy unclipped the anniversary earrings and put them in his hand.
‘These are for you’ she smiled. ‘I’m sorry my husband was such a jerk’.
A smile erupted on her lips as Ray led her keenly over to the mattress. His dick was erect again. Roughly she lay back and let her legs be spread back. Pushing effortlessly in he began fucking with short strokes.
‘Got to make da most’ he grinned in her face. ‘Not every day we get a fine lady like dis along’. Closing her eyes Kathy listen to the sound of her own gasps and groans. Ray had never been in the best shape and he was breathing heavy. Still, he fucked her for what seemed like an age. Finally she felt him pull out and seconds later, splatter her tits with thick, warm come.
When she opened her eyes Danny was about to fuck her again. Across the room, by the fire Ray was standing by Paul and wiping his dick on her discarded dress. He grinned while he did, a deliberate statement of ownership towards her husband. The sound of Kathy and Danny mating bounded around the broken, brick walls one last time. As his friend screwed her Ray brought her handbag over to him, sat down and went through it. He took some cash from her purse as well as her mobile phone and a small broach. Pushing himself up onto his arms Danny gazed down at the beautiful woman, her sparkling necklace. He would leave her with that, if nothing else. As he drove into her body the second high heel came loose under the strain of his fucking and swung on her ankle by the strap.
‘How you doing there Kathy’ Ray sniffed, squatting down and feeling each of Kathy’s breasts. She smiled up at him, accepting of her perfect heaven.
24 months later…..
Kathy looked out from the kitchen window over her garden. She was working in property again and had in fact moved to a better paid position in the city. Out in the garden her one year old son Marcus was playing under her careful watch. She often wondered which of the three men she had met on ‘black’ alley was father to her son. He did, if anything possess many of Danny’s characteristics. Paul was now a distant memory. He had in fact, left her shortly after that night. That was to be expected. She knew Paul and knew he would never get over what he had seen. Though she felt some guilt for what she had done she knew the blame lay with him. Her life had changed for the better.
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