MY WIFE AND RAKIM
by Throne
My marriage to Sandy had been a happy one... for the first week. For no reason I could discern she became restless and moody. The second week her moodiness turned to bitchiness. I hadn't anticipated any problems between us but our sex life was dwindling to nothing and Sandy seemed to go out of her way to criticize me. Finally I confronted her, confident that I could fix whatever was wrong. My mistake. "You want to know what's the problem?" she snapped at me.
We had been sitting in the den of our split-level home when I asked my question. All at once my wife was on her feet and standing over me. She is a tall bosomy blond whose figure draws male stares wherever we go. Even in her sudden anger she was sexual dynamite. I shrank back from her and found I couldn't speak. "I'll tell you what's the problem," she went on hotly. "You're a lost cause. You're dull. You're no fun. And worst of all, you're a dud in bed. With your half-a-cock and your half-a-minute finishing time, there's no way for me to get any satisfaction. When we were dating I had you going down on me all the time. Now you seem to think you don't have to keep me happy after dark anymore. And we used to go out with my friends. Now suddenly they're not good enough for you. Maybe we should get a quickie divorce. Is that what you want?"
In shock, I could only stare up at her. Finally I said, "No, Sandy. I want to stay married. I'll do whatever you want."
Telling me off had gotten her excited somehow. I could see it in her bright green eyes. And hearing me surrender so quickly pleased her. She grew calm and smiled nastily.
"Yes," she said. "You're right. You WILL do whatever I want. All the time.
Without complaining."
"O... of course, dear."
"For starters you can follow me to the bedroom. Let's make sure you haven't forgotten how to use your mouth on my pussy."
As soon as we reached our room she told me to strip. I meekly started to get out of my clothes. Sandy got naked only from the waist down, as if she couldn't be bothered to undress completely. She laid back on the sheets while I hurried to get rid of everything I was wearing.
"Let's go," she said as soon as I was bare. "Get your stupid face between my legs and do your job. Take your time. You owe me plenty for all the bad sex I've been getting from you."
As I brought my face close to her crotch she reached out to the bedside table and slipped on her compact headset phone. She hit one of the preset numbers and waited. I hesitated, not sure if she wanted me to continue before she was done her call. Sandy brought up her slender foot and kicked me in the ribs. I pressed my tongue to her pouting nether lips and slowly licked up and down, mindful of her instruction that I should take my time.
"Hey!" she said into the headset mike. "Bettisha. Yeah, it's me. Remember what we were talking about yesterday? Is your cousin Rakim still interested? Great. How about tomorrow night? Okay? No, my idiot of a husband is right here. I'm in bed and the jerk has his tongue in my slit. It's a big improvement over his wimpy dick." She laughed.
As I continued my silent service her conversation turned to clothes, make-up, and dancing. Bettisha was a Black girl she knew. I'd only met her once, but I couldn't forget her full jutting bottom. I didn't know her cousin Rakim. As I lapped and listened I realized that my wife was trying to find out how Bettisha's cousin liked a woman to look. Did she want to appeal to him? What was going to happen the next night? I felt defeated by Sandy's critical tirade and threat of divorce, as well as my own failure to stand up to her. Instead of questioning her or defending myself, I submissively went on giving her pleasure and gradually built her up to a loud orgasm. She stayed on the phone and I was humiliated to know that her friend heard the whole thing and knew what my position was.
At last Sandy finished the call and put aside the headset. She told me to get alongside her. I moved but wasn't sure if I should touch her. Instead she touched me, stroking my face, teasing my nipples, which have always been highly sensitive, and rubbing her thigh against my crotch. I became wildly aroused but checked myself from making any move toward sex. She teased me mercilessly and began taunting me about how horny I must be and how desperate for relief.
"Well you're not going to get any," she said with cruel certainty. "From now on there won't be any sex for you, of any kind, unless I say so. Now give my pussy a goodnight kiss and roll over. Go to sleep." She chuckled. "I'm sending you to bed without any sex tonight, for being a bad lay. And it might just be what you get EVERY night."
Too shaken up to do anything else I turned over and closed my eyes. Sandy was soon peacefully asleep. I could only lay there and worry, wait for my erection to go down, and wonder what was going to happen the next night.
***
All the following day at work I fretted. At the same time I couldn't help but sneak peeks at my female co-workers. Without sexual release I couldn't think of anything else. If Sandy followed through with her threats, I didn't know what I would do. My wait seemed to go on forever but evening still came much too soon. I returned home to find my wife wearing a short snug skirt and a tight sleeveless top with no bra on underneath. Her nipples were slightly visible through the thin, tightly stretched fabric. She also had on red heels that were an invitation to lust. Her make-up was a new look, loud and bold, her lips as red as those shoes, her eyes outlined in black, slutty but seductive. And her naturally blonde hair had been further lightened to add to her trampish appearance. I stood there with my mouth opened until she stepped aside to let me in.
"W... why do you look like that?" I said numbly.
"Because this is the way Rakim likes his women. Because I'm going on a date with him tonight and I'm hoping to get laid. Actually, I'm certain I'm going to get laid. I just want to make sure it's more than a one-night stand. Bettisha says her cousin keeps the ladies VERY happy. I'm sure he doesn't have a little boy's dick like you and he doesn't finish before he's started, like you."
"But, Sandy. You can't go out with him. We're married."
"It's not a real marriage if you can't keep me happy between the sheets, jerk-face. Now get upstairs and change. I laid out some clothes for you. It's a double date. You're going with Bettisha."
I stood there with my lower lip trembling, close to tears. My hands hung uselessly at my sides. She had discovered that I was a weakling and now she was going to do whatever she wanted. And make me do whatever she said.
The outfit she had selected for me was nerdy, with a yellow pullover sweater and a green cap that was hers. I felt like a fool but still didn't disobey. Sandy took her time having a snack. She told me to eat but all I could get down was a few crackers and a half glass of milk. Maybe they would calm my rolling stomach.
Two hours later we were on our way downtown. Our destination was a nightclub in a Black neighborhood. As we entered, everyone turned to stare at the woman who looked like a hooker and the guy who resembled her loser John. My wife and I. From the bar Bettisha came striding toward us in a slinky, electric blue dress. She looked hotter than ever. As sexually frustrated as I was, I could feel my cock stirring in my shorts. Behind Bettisha came Rakim. He was over six feet of Black manhood, broadshouldered and obviously very strong. He ignored me and, as soon as Bettisha introduced them, took my wife's small hand in both his large ones. Sandy brazenly pressed herself against him and turned her face up so he could kiss her. As if they were lovers, Rakim passionatly locked lips with her. His hands slid down her body, over the sides of her unfettered breasts to her barely covered bottom.
"Hey, baby," he said smoothly. "You ain't got any panties on. I like that."
"Sure," she told him. "Bettisha said you would." She sounded like a cross between a smitten schoolgirl and an eager-to-please mistress.
The four of us got a table. My wife and Rakim were practically undressing each other. Then Bettisha laid her hand between my legs.
"Hey," she said. "This fool got a hard-on while his wife's getting felt up by another man. That's just plain sick. And what he's got sure ain't very big." She snickered. "Hey, Sandy, I hope he's as good with his tongue as you told me. I gotta get my business taken care of tonight."
"No problem," my wife assured her. "It's the only thing he's any good at in bed, besides sleeping."
They all laughed. For the next hour the three of them drank while I had to be content with a dirty glass of warm water. I paid for all the drinks. My wife and her new man shared several close dances. The other patrons smiled and nodded at my plight. Then it was time to go.
Rakim's apartment was only three blocks away. I rode with Bettisha, who was happy to tell me what a terrific time Sandy was going to have when we got there. We arrived and I was surprised to find that he lived in a nice building. Not only did he have looks, but he had money. The four of us took the elevator to his apartment. After another round of drinks for them, and not even water for me, my wife and Rakim headed for his bedroom. Bettisha gave me a hard glare and ordered me to "get out of that clown suit, boy". Blushing, I got out of my clothes. She giggled at my tiny penis and made me kneel in front of her. I had to remove her shoes and kiss her feet. She sat on Rakim's couch, slid her hips forward, and pulled up the hem of her short dress. Bettisha was wearing no panties. I was staring at her uncovered, thick-lipped pussy.
"Go on now," she said impatiently. "Let's see what you got in the girl-lickin' department. Do me like you do your wife."
From the bedroom I heard my wife gasp loudly. "Rakim, you beautiful bastard. That thing is enormous. You don't know how much I need it."
"Well you're gonna get it, Sweetness. All night long."
They hadn't even had the decency to close the door. My eyes filled with tears. Bettisha noticed my misery and said, "Awww, poor little baby. He's gonna cry. Well, you can sniffle and cry all you want but if you aren't lickin' in ten seconds, I'm gonna bitch slap you across the room and then kick you in the nuts." Too afraid to hesitate, I pressed my lower face into her moistness. Those heavy womanlips were mashed against my mouth. Her smell was stronger than Sandy's and slightly sour.
She seemed to read my mind. "No, sucker, I didn't wash down there. You don't deserve any special treatment. You should be glad you're even getting my treat." She chuckled at her joke. "You're gonna be down there for about an hour, boy, so take it slow and make my love juice flow."
From the bedroom I could hear my wife and Rakim getting loud. She was urging him on and telling him how great he was, how superior in every way to me. He spoke roughly to her, making her plead for more. And more. And still more.
I was sobbing as I probed Bettisha with my tongue. Even so, I couldn't keep my hands off her broad hips and well-padded backside. My arousal was driving me crazy. How could I feel that way while my wife was letting herself be ravished in the next room?
Battiasha really did keep me down there for an hour. Worse, Rakim kept Sandy under him for just as long. The entire time I had to listen to her sounds of runaway pleasure.
Each of the women had a trio of orgasms. Rakim finished twice. Then Bettisha grabbed me by the ear, twisted hard, dragged me to my feet, and marched me, bent over, into the bedroom. The lovers were lying there, Sandy with her cheek on Rakim's dark, sixpack abdomen. His long cock was draped over his thigh. Even soft he was bigger than me hard, as they could see because I still had my unwanted erection. They made fun of my size and then Sandy grew serious.
"I've made a decision," she told me. "We can stay married. But from now on Rakim will be the only man who gets into me. Your job will be to use your mouth whenever and WHEREVER I say. Understand me, stupid?"
I nodded weakly. "Y... yes, dear." My eyes were still wet with tears.
"Good. Now get up on this bed and lick my pussy until it's completely clean."
"B... but..."
"HEY!" Rakim snapped. "Shit-for-brains. You just told the lady you were going to do everything she said. Now do it or I'm gonna knock you upside your head." I swallowed hard and crawleld onto the bed, then began my repugnant task. Nobody rushed me and Sandy said several times how much she was enjoying seeing me crushed. I knew that I was doomed to plenty more of the same.
Then I got one more painful surprise. Bettisha said she had expected it to come to this and that she had a gift for Sandy. The Black girl vanished and then reappeared with a small device in her hand. She explained that it was a chastity tube and that once it was over my dick I wouldn't be able to jerk off, or even get stiff. When I heard that I lost my erection. She handed me the cock cage and made me slip it on. Then I had to lock it behind my scrotum. The click it made sounded ominously final. "Here you go, Honey," Bettisha said to Sandy. "This is the key that unlocks it. Not that I expect you'll be using it. Maybe you can wear it on a chain around your neck."
"No," my wife said firmly. "He's not even worth that. I'll use his credit card to buy an expensive ankle bracelet and wear it on there. If the key gets lost it's his tough luck. But like you said, I probably won't be using it anyway."
"No problem," Bettisha said. "The girl in the sex store who sold me that thing said its made so you never have to take it off him. Just make sure he gets it underwater, like in the bathtub, once a week." She grinned. "And keep him real horny. I could tell how hard-up he was tonight and it really makes him a good lady licker. I'm already looking forward to getting him down in the goody zone again real soon."
"Right," said Sandy. "You can use him anytime you want. And I'm going to have all kinds of fun thinking up new ways to tease him and remind him that he'll never have sex again."
Hearing that, I broke down and weeped uncontrollably.
***
That was six months ago. I've been in my chastity tube ever since. My wife and Bettisha tease me endlessly and keep my mouth busy on their feet, legs, bottoms and pussies. Sandy even makes me kiss the key hanging from her new ankle bracelet that I paid for. She has sex with Rakim at least three times a week. They love having me watch sometimes and clean her up with my mouth everytime. My life has been reduced to a nightmare for the amusement of my wife, her Black lover, and his cousin. I have to keep our house spotless, usually working while I'm naked except for that green hat of Sandy's. When I'm out I'm not allowed to carry more than a few dollars at any time. Bettisha calls me her bitch and threatens to loan me out to all her girlfriends, and she has a LOT of girlfriends.
I can't imagine matters gettting any worse. But I know they will.
THE END... of him.
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by Throne
My marriage to Sandy had been a happy one... for the first week. For no reason I could discern she became restless and moody. The second week her moodiness turned to bitchiness. I hadn't anticipated any problems between us but our sex life was dwindling to nothing and Sandy seemed to go out of her way to criticize me. Finally I confronted her, confident that I could fix whatever was wrong. My mistake. "You want to know what's the problem?" she snapped at me.
We had been sitting in the den of our split-level home when I asked my question. All at once my wife was on her feet and standing over me. She is a tall bosomy blond whose figure draws male stares wherever we go. Even in her sudden anger she was sexual dynamite. I shrank back from her and found I couldn't speak. "I'll tell you what's the problem," she went on hotly. "You're a lost cause. You're dull. You're no fun. And worst of all, you're a dud in bed. With your half-a-cock and your half-a-minute finishing time, there's no way for me to get any satisfaction. When we were dating I had you going down on me all the time. Now you seem to think you don't have to keep me happy after dark anymore. And we used to go out with my friends. Now suddenly they're not good enough for you. Maybe we should get a quickie divorce. Is that what you want?"
In shock, I could only stare up at her. Finally I said, "No, Sandy. I want to stay married. I'll do whatever you want."
Telling me off had gotten her excited somehow. I could see it in her bright green eyes. And hearing me surrender so quickly pleased her. She grew calm and smiled nastily.
"Yes," she said. "You're right. You WILL do whatever I want. All the time.
Without complaining."
"O... of course, dear."
"For starters you can follow me to the bedroom. Let's make sure you haven't forgotten how to use your mouth on my pussy."
As soon as we reached our room she told me to strip. I meekly started to get out of my clothes. Sandy got naked only from the waist down, as if she couldn't be bothered to undress completely. She laid back on the sheets while I hurried to get rid of everything I was wearing.
"Let's go," she said as soon as I was bare. "Get your stupid face between my legs and do your job. Take your time. You owe me plenty for all the bad sex I've been getting from you."
As I brought my face close to her crotch she reached out to the bedside table and slipped on her compact headset phone. She hit one of the preset numbers and waited. I hesitated, not sure if she wanted me to continue before she was done her call. Sandy brought up her slender foot and kicked me in the ribs. I pressed my tongue to her pouting nether lips and slowly licked up and down, mindful of her instruction that I should take my time.
"Hey!" she said into the headset mike. "Bettisha. Yeah, it's me. Remember what we were talking about yesterday? Is your cousin Rakim still interested? Great. How about tomorrow night? Okay? No, my idiot of a husband is right here. I'm in bed and the jerk has his tongue in my slit. It's a big improvement over his wimpy dick." She laughed.
As I continued my silent service her conversation turned to clothes, make-up, and dancing. Bettisha was a Black girl she knew. I'd only met her once, but I couldn't forget her full jutting bottom. I didn't know her cousin Rakim. As I lapped and listened I realized that my wife was trying to find out how Bettisha's cousin liked a woman to look. Did she want to appeal to him? What was going to happen the next night? I felt defeated by Sandy's critical tirade and threat of divorce, as well as my own failure to stand up to her. Instead of questioning her or defending myself, I submissively went on giving her pleasure and gradually built her up to a loud orgasm. She stayed on the phone and I was humiliated to know that her friend heard the whole thing and knew what my position was.
At last Sandy finished the call and put aside the headset. She told me to get alongside her. I moved but wasn't sure if I should touch her. Instead she touched me, stroking my face, teasing my nipples, which have always been highly sensitive, and rubbing her thigh against my crotch. I became wildly aroused but checked myself from making any move toward sex. She teased me mercilessly and began taunting me about how horny I must be and how desperate for relief.
"Well you're not going to get any," she said with cruel certainty. "From now on there won't be any sex for you, of any kind, unless I say so. Now give my pussy a goodnight kiss and roll over. Go to sleep." She chuckled. "I'm sending you to bed without any sex tonight, for being a bad lay. And it might just be what you get EVERY night."
Too shaken up to do anything else I turned over and closed my eyes. Sandy was soon peacefully asleep. I could only lay there and worry, wait for my erection to go down, and wonder what was going to happen the next night.
***
All the following day at work I fretted. At the same time I couldn't help but sneak peeks at my female co-workers. Without sexual release I couldn't think of anything else. If Sandy followed through with her threats, I didn't know what I would do. My wait seemed to go on forever but evening still came much too soon. I returned home to find my wife wearing a short snug skirt and a tight sleeveless top with no bra on underneath. Her nipples were slightly visible through the thin, tightly stretched fabric. She also had on red heels that were an invitation to lust. Her make-up was a new look, loud and bold, her lips as red as those shoes, her eyes outlined in black, slutty but seductive. And her naturally blonde hair had been further lightened to add to her trampish appearance. I stood there with my mouth opened until she stepped aside to let me in.
"W... why do you look like that?" I said numbly.
"Because this is the way Rakim likes his women. Because I'm going on a date with him tonight and I'm hoping to get laid. Actually, I'm certain I'm going to get laid. I just want to make sure it's more than a one-night stand. Bettisha says her cousin keeps the ladies VERY happy. I'm sure he doesn't have a little boy's dick like you and he doesn't finish before he's started, like you."
"But, Sandy. You can't go out with him. We're married."
"It's not a real marriage if you can't keep me happy between the sheets, jerk-face. Now get upstairs and change. I laid out some clothes for you. It's a double date. You're going with Bettisha."
I stood there with my lower lip trembling, close to tears. My hands hung uselessly at my sides. She had discovered that I was a weakling and now she was going to do whatever she wanted. And make me do whatever she said.
The outfit she had selected for me was nerdy, with a yellow pullover sweater and a green cap that was hers. I felt like a fool but still didn't disobey. Sandy took her time having a snack. She told me to eat but all I could get down was a few crackers and a half glass of milk. Maybe they would calm my rolling stomach.
Two hours later we were on our way downtown. Our destination was a nightclub in a Black neighborhood. As we entered, everyone turned to stare at the woman who looked like a hooker and the guy who resembled her loser John. My wife and I. From the bar Bettisha came striding toward us in a slinky, electric blue dress. She looked hotter than ever. As sexually frustrated as I was, I could feel my cock stirring in my shorts. Behind Bettisha came Rakim. He was over six feet of Black manhood, broadshouldered and obviously very strong. He ignored me and, as soon as Bettisha introduced them, took my wife's small hand in both his large ones. Sandy brazenly pressed herself against him and turned her face up so he could kiss her. As if they were lovers, Rakim passionatly locked lips with her. His hands slid down her body, over the sides of her unfettered breasts to her barely covered bottom.
"Hey, baby," he said smoothly. "You ain't got any panties on. I like that."
"Sure," she told him. "Bettisha said you would." She sounded like a cross between a smitten schoolgirl and an eager-to-please mistress.
The four of us got a table. My wife and Rakim were practically undressing each other. Then Bettisha laid her hand between my legs.
"Hey," she said. "This fool got a hard-on while his wife's getting felt up by another man. That's just plain sick. And what he's got sure ain't very big." She snickered. "Hey, Sandy, I hope he's as good with his tongue as you told me. I gotta get my business taken care of tonight."
"No problem," my wife assured her. "It's the only thing he's any good at in bed, besides sleeping."
They all laughed. For the next hour the three of them drank while I had to be content with a dirty glass of warm water. I paid for all the drinks. My wife and her new man shared several close dances. The other patrons smiled and nodded at my plight. Then it was time to go.
Rakim's apartment was only three blocks away. I rode with Bettisha, who was happy to tell me what a terrific time Sandy was going to have when we got there. We arrived and I was surprised to find that he lived in a nice building. Not only did he have looks, but he had money. The four of us took the elevator to his apartment. After another round of drinks for them, and not even water for me, my wife and Rakim headed for his bedroom. Bettisha gave me a hard glare and ordered me to "get out of that clown suit, boy". Blushing, I got out of my clothes. She giggled at my tiny penis and made me kneel in front of her. I had to remove her shoes and kiss her feet. She sat on Rakim's couch, slid her hips forward, and pulled up the hem of her short dress. Bettisha was wearing no panties. I was staring at her uncovered, thick-lipped pussy.
"Go on now," she said impatiently. "Let's see what you got in the girl-lickin' department. Do me like you do your wife."
From the bedroom I heard my wife gasp loudly. "Rakim, you beautiful bastard. That thing is enormous. You don't know how much I need it."
"Well you're gonna get it, Sweetness. All night long."
They hadn't even had the decency to close the door. My eyes filled with tears. Bettisha noticed my misery and said, "Awww, poor little baby. He's gonna cry. Well, you can sniffle and cry all you want but if you aren't lickin' in ten seconds, I'm gonna bitch slap you across the room and then kick you in the nuts." Too afraid to hesitate, I pressed my lower face into her moistness. Those heavy womanlips were mashed against my mouth. Her smell was stronger than Sandy's and slightly sour.
She seemed to read my mind. "No, sucker, I didn't wash down there. You don't deserve any special treatment. You should be glad you're even getting my treat." She chuckled at her joke. "You're gonna be down there for about an hour, boy, so take it slow and make my love juice flow."
From the bedroom I could hear my wife and Rakim getting loud. She was urging him on and telling him how great he was, how superior in every way to me. He spoke roughly to her, making her plead for more. And more. And still more.
I was sobbing as I probed Bettisha with my tongue. Even so, I couldn't keep my hands off her broad hips and well-padded backside. My arousal was driving me crazy. How could I feel that way while my wife was letting herself be ravished in the next room?
Battiasha really did keep me down there for an hour. Worse, Rakim kept Sandy under him for just as long. The entire time I had to listen to her sounds of runaway pleasure.
Each of the women had a trio of orgasms. Rakim finished twice. Then Bettisha grabbed me by the ear, twisted hard, dragged me to my feet, and marched me, bent over, into the bedroom. The lovers were lying there, Sandy with her cheek on Rakim's dark, sixpack abdomen. His long cock was draped over his thigh. Even soft he was bigger than me hard, as they could see because I still had my unwanted erection. They made fun of my size and then Sandy grew serious.
"I've made a decision," she told me. "We can stay married. But from now on Rakim will be the only man who gets into me. Your job will be to use your mouth whenever and WHEREVER I say. Understand me, stupid?"
I nodded weakly. "Y... yes, dear." My eyes were still wet with tears.
"Good. Now get up on this bed and lick my pussy until it's completely clean."
"B... but..."
"HEY!" Rakim snapped. "Shit-for-brains. You just told the lady you were going to do everything she said. Now do it or I'm gonna knock you upside your head." I swallowed hard and crawleld onto the bed, then began my repugnant task. Nobody rushed me and Sandy said several times how much she was enjoying seeing me crushed. I knew that I was doomed to plenty more of the same.
Then I got one more painful surprise. Bettisha said she had expected it to come to this and that she had a gift for Sandy. The Black girl vanished and then reappeared with a small device in her hand. She explained that it was a chastity tube and that once it was over my dick I wouldn't be able to jerk off, or even get stiff. When I heard that I lost my erection. She handed me the cock cage and made me slip it on. Then I had to lock it behind my scrotum. The click it made sounded ominously final. "Here you go, Honey," Bettisha said to Sandy. "This is the key that unlocks it. Not that I expect you'll be using it. Maybe you can wear it on a chain around your neck."
"No," my wife said firmly. "He's not even worth that. I'll use his credit card to buy an expensive ankle bracelet and wear it on there. If the key gets lost it's his tough luck. But like you said, I probably won't be using it anyway."
"No problem," Bettisha said. "The girl in the sex store who sold me that thing said its made so you never have to take it off him. Just make sure he gets it underwater, like in the bathtub, once a week." She grinned. "And keep him real horny. I could tell how hard-up he was tonight and it really makes him a good lady licker. I'm already looking forward to getting him down in the goody zone again real soon."
"Right," said Sandy. "You can use him anytime you want. And I'm going to have all kinds of fun thinking up new ways to tease him and remind him that he'll never have sex again."
Hearing that, I broke down and weeped uncontrollably.
***
That was six months ago. I've been in my chastity tube ever since. My wife and Bettisha tease me endlessly and keep my mouth busy on their feet, legs, bottoms and pussies. Sandy even makes me kiss the key hanging from her new ankle bracelet that I paid for. She has sex with Rakim at least three times a week. They love having me watch sometimes and clean her up with my mouth everytime. My life has been reduced to a nightmare for the amusement of my wife, her Black lover, and his cousin. I have to keep our house spotless, usually working while I'm naked except for that green hat of Sandy's. When I'm out I'm not allowed to carry more than a few dollars at any time. Bettisha calls me her bitch and threatens to loan me out to all her girlfriends, and she has a LOT of girlfriends.
I can't imagine matters gettting any worse. But I know they will.
THE END... of him.
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