THE LONG BLACK GOODBYE by Throne
Could anyone have blamed me for suspecting my wife Hildy of cheating? She's tall and gorgeous, with generous curves and long blond hair. Men stare at her and sometimes, if their wives are with them, earn themselves a punch in the arm from a jealous spouse. That would be enough, but there's also the fact that I'm short, weedy, and meek. I knew Hildy loved me and enjoyed pampering me, but I couldn't control my jealousy. I decided to hire a detective. Money, as they say, was not a concern. I came into a huge trust fund when I turned 21 and am set for life without ever having to worry about working.
The detective I chose was Steven Kirk. I went to his office, which was in an anonymous building that also housed dentists, psychiatrists, foot doctors, decorators and architects. As I entered the elevator to ride to his third floor office I was still unsure of myself. But then a couple of handsome six foot men got on and triggered my insecurities. I could picture them with my stunning Scandanavian wife and the thought of them so much as talking to her had me trembling with jealousy. So, when I opened Kirk's door my resolve was strong.
There was a small reception area with two chairs and a couch. Before I could sit down the detective appeared from the next room. He was well dressed, a towering, powerful man. And he was Black. I was taken aback for a moment and then composed myself, hoping my initial reaction hadn't shown. When we shook, his hand completely encased mine. His broad dark face was relaxed and friendly as he ushered me into his inner office and gestured me into a chair. As he sat behind his desk I caught myself fidgeting. Nerves.
He said, "What may I do for you, Sir?"
I explained my concerns. When he asked if I had any concrete evidence of infidelity I had to admit that there was nothing. He was understanding but suggested that I might want to take more time before proceeding. That made me feel like I was being told what to do, which annoyed me, so I said in no uncertain terms that I intended to have an investigation. He nodded and took out a legal pad, then began asking me about her car, social engagements, and spending habits. As I spoke he jotted down notes, occasionally asking questions inspired by my words. Then he asked if I had brought a picture of her, which I had. His eyes lingered over it. For a change I wasn't upset by having a man see my wife. I was sure she wouldn't be interested in someone of his, as I put it to myself, racial type.
We signed a short contract and I wrote him a check on my private account, which Hildy had no access to. When we shook hands once more I felt he used a bit too much pressure, almost but not quite hurting me. As soon as I was out on the street I found an upscale restaurant, went straight to their bar, and had a glass of white wine. Kirk would follow her for a week and then I would come back for his report. I distracted myself for the next seven days with extra rounds of golf, lunches at my club, and a visit to my clothier. Then, on Sunday, while Hildy was horseback riding, a practice I didn't approve of but nevertheless permitted, I went to visit my Mother. That's not my favorite activity but, ever since Dad's nervous breakdown, she has had control of my trust fund and I wanted to keep on her good side so she wouldn't reduce how much I could access each month.
When I arrived at her exclusive neighborhood and drove up the long drive of her sprawling home I was dismayed to see my Sister's car parked out front. I muttered to myself as I entered, passed through the long foyer, and entered the high-ceilinged, sumptuously furnished livingroom. They were seated on the couch, my still attractive middle-aged Mom and my athletic Sister Anne. While Mom's clothes were casual but elegant, Anne had on her tennis outift, a tiny skirt and close-fitted, sleeveless top. Even though she is my Sister I couldn't help but stare for a second before I shifted my gaze.
Mom said, "Chipper, you finally decided to visit. How long has it been?"
I shrugged. "Only a few weeks, I guess." Why did she still have to use my childhood nickname?
Anne tilted up her chin. "I've been here at least twice a week, Chipper. We BOTH missed you."
Of course I didn't respond. My Sister and I have had a nasty rivalry for years. I still blame her for ruining my engagement to Gwen, the girl I nearly married a year before I met Hildy.
The conversation was strained and they didn't even offer me any of the tea they were sharing. As she always did, Mom broached the idea of setting up a seperate allowance just for my wife, which I once again dismissed as tactfully as I could.
"You know," Anne couldn't resist commenting, "I've talked to Hildy and she has mentioned how... frugal you can be. I mean, she's your wife, Chipper. Give her more money, already."
The main reason I never gave my wife more money was because of my fear that she would go somewhere or do something that would lead to cheating -- or more cheating, if she had already started. I didn't say that, instead simply explaining, "I have to do what I feel is best for her."
They both gave me dark looks but that was as far as it went. The conversation turned to the usual trivialities and I escaped after only an hour with them. I vowed to wait at least one week longer than I had this time before my next visit.
The next day I went to Kirk's office for his report. Instead of the incriminating evidence I had anticipated, he had only good news. Not only didn't she cheat, but she was doing a bit of charity work that I hadn't known about.
He concluded, "You're a very lucky man. Just go home and enjoy your happy marriage."
Again I took it as being told what to do. My instinct was to assert myself some way, so I snatched up his report and the pictures that showed my wife lunching with female friends and enjoying other innocent activities. He couldn?t object to me taking it and I'm sure he had another copy, but I needed to assert myself.
From there I went and had two glasses of white wine. When I got home it was after dark and my wife was out. It was her book group evening and she had left me a sweet note to remind me that was where she would be. I tried to settle myself back down with another glass of wine. My thoughts turned to the chances of having sex later. It had been a few days. Not that Hildy was ever reluctant. That was surprising, I suppose, because I got plenty of pleasure from our time in the bedroom and she got mostly frustration. You see, my... male endowment... is not impressive. And I had never been able to bring myself to give her... oral satisfaction. She didn't complain but I could tell she missed getting fulfillment from sex.
Anyway, that was when everything changed. After that fateful third glass of wine I slipped into sleep on the sofa. The report was lying there on the coffee table in front of me because I had been glancing through it, still imagining I would discover some hint that she had been unfaithful. I awoke to find my wife standing over me, the pages and pictures in her hand. She was not happy.
"You had me followed? Had photos taken of me? You thought I was having sex with someone else?"
"No. I mean, yes, but..."
She had an expression I had never seen on her face before, as if she wanted to hurt me and then kick me out the door. I was in fear for my safety as she read portions of the report aloud, especially where Kirk had written that I had 'strong though ungrounded suspicions that she is cheating'. I tried haltingly to talk my way out of it but she wasn't accepting any of that.
"I've been a very good wife to you -- " She paused. " -- haven't I, Chipper?" She knew how much I hated that name. "And I haven't been cheating, have I? But you didn't have any faith in me so, as of right now, there are going to be some changes around here." I attempted to mollify her but again failed. She glowered at me and said, "Get out of your clothes -- NOW."
Too afraid to stand up to her, I did as I was told. When I was naked, standing there with my hands at my sides, she openly sneered.
"Look at that pitiful excuse for a cock between your legs. You know, I never said anything about it because I cared about you but now I feel very differently. Until and unless I say otherwise, you are not going to be putting that pathetic little worm into me. Understood?" I nodded wordlessly. "Good. Now, into the bedroom."
She strode away from me, her perfect bottom swaying in the snug skirt she wore, the heels of her pumps clicking on the hardwood floor of the hall. As soon as we were in the bedroom she got out of her clothes and stretched out on her back on the bed. Hildy was a magnificent sight, her pale skin, light pink nipples, and naturally blond pubic hair all inviting me to one of our couplings which I craved so much. Instead, she directed me to kneel between her long legs and put my chin on the silk sheets. That left me with my face only inches from her pouting pussy lips. I could smell the musk of her womanliness. Though I was put off by that scent my closeness to her got me erect. After what she had said I couldn't stop thinking about how small my penis was, less than four inches hard, and slender as well.
"If you want me to ever even think about returning your sexual privledges, you can get your mouth busy right now and give me an orgasm, something you've never been able to do with your tiny dick."
"But... but I can't..."
"Or I can just call your Mom and see how she feels about the way you behaved."
"Nooo," I said pleadingly. "Not that. She might use it as an excuse to give you that allowance I said..."
"Go on. What allowance?"
"It's just that... You see, she's been pestering me to give you more money and I kept telling her you might not, um, manage it well. I mean..."
"Yes, I know what you mean. I got the impression that's what was going on. Your Mom has dropped some hints about it. And Anne, that sweetheart, has said a few things."
"She has no right," I blurted. "My Sister is a bitch and if I had my way I'd..." I stopped all at once, my temper receeding as reality came back to the fore. I was in a terrible situation and should have been doing everything I could to placate my wife. "I'm sorry, it's just that..."
"You know, Chipper, the more you talk, the deeper you get yourself into this mess you've made. Why don't you use your mouth for something else before you dig a hole so deep you can't get out of it?"
"Y... yes, Dear," I managed to say.
Then, closing my eyes, I pressed my lips to her labia and delivered a long kiss. I had a general idea of what to do and started licking up and down. She instructed me to use the tip of my tongue to tease her clitoris and then my lips to suck it. I was being told what to do again, but this time I had to swallow my pride and obey. I hated the taste of her sex, especially when she made me probe it with my tongue. Hildy sensed how revulsed I was and kept me licking her inside for quite a while. Then she got me back to doing what gave her the most pleasure, pampering her clit, until she had a loud, prolonged, and very wet orgasm. I had to lap her all the way through the messy explosion and its protracted afterglow.
When she finally sighed and relaxed I started to get up. She tartly asked me, "Where are you going, shrimpdick?"
"I have to wash my face and rinse my mouth and use m... mouthwash. Please, I can't stand this taste."
"Too bad. You're going to be tasting my pussy a lot from now on. And you're not allowed to rinse and spit afterwards. I want you to be reminded of your new status all the time."
She laughed at me. Actually laughed. And I didn't do anything about it. I only said, "Y... yes, Dear."
"Another thing," she went on. "Since I have his number, thanks to you, I'm going to give your Mr. Kirk a call. I want to ask him a few questions -- about you."
"Hildy. Dearest. Please don't."
"You are no longer allowed to tell me what I can do. Or what I can't do," she added with an emphasis I didn't fully register at the time.
***
The next day she made me skip my golf game. I had to call the other guys one by one and tell each of them that I had to do some chores at home. They all thought I was kidding but I had to convince them it was true. After getting razzed by all of them I found out that I hadn't been lyng about having housework to do. Still naked from the night before, I had to dust and dry mop several rooms while Hildy followed me around, making sure I didn't miss any spots and reminding me that I had to be ready to serve her in bed if she so much as snapped her fingers.
Then, around midday, she declared that it was time to make that phone call. After a morning of housework in the nude I was in no mood to rebel. Instead, I listened meekly as she had a chat with Steven Kirk. By the end of the call her tone was quite friendly -- too friendly -- and she was calling him Steve. It made me extremely uncomfortable but I had to stand there and take it.
At the end she said, "I'm really looking forward to seeing you. And of course my husband will be paying you for your time. Oh no, I insist. Let me give you the address."
Suddenly she was giving him the street and number for my Mother's place. I nearly choked. I shook my head but she stopped even that with a sharp look. Hildy wasn't making a mistake. She was meeting him there on purpose. My lower lip trembled and I had to fight back tears. Then she decided that I was going to take her out to lunch. I wanted to point out that I had no appetite but by then I had learned when not to speak.
At the restaurant we were shown to our table by a good looking young host. My wife chatted merrily with him, as if I wasn't even there. He wasn't quite sure how to respond but followed her lead. I felt invisible as he pulled out her chair and she complimented him on what strong looking hands he had, her words hinting at more than a simple observation. Just my luck our server was another buff young guy, who she was also flirtatious with. Worse, she ordered for both of us, selecting quiche for me and asking him if he thought it might bother my 'delicate tummy'. The waiter couldn't keep from smiling at that. He told her he thought it would be fine and glanced at me with amused disrespect. During the meal Hildy talked about what an interesting voice Kirk had and how she imagined he could persuade people with it, get them to see matters his way. Then she asked me to describe him.
I hesitated before telling her, "Well, he's tall and looks strong. You know, broad shoulders." I shrugged. "But he's, er, Black."
"And that bothers you? Hmmmm? Is it because you've heard Black men have huge cocks? And yours is so ridiculously small?"
I was stunned. Never had I heard my wife talk like that. And what she was suggesting made me completely uneasy. I squirmed in my seat. "P... please, Dearest..." I almost told her not to talk that way before I remembered that I no longer had that right. Instead, I said, "I guess that maybe some of that is true."
"Well, we'll have to discuss it further -- when the time is right."
***
The next evening we went to my Mother's place. I was a nervous wreck, tortured by thoughts of my wife meeting Kirk and what might result. I kept telling myself she was just tormenting me and nothing would come of it, but couldn't make myself believe that. She wore a brief skirt and very tight top, along with slutty red heels. She also had on more make-up than usual, reinforcing the less-than-pure image. When we got there my Mom was waiting, along with my sister Anne and, to my horror, my former fiance Gwen. I was afraid I would swoon right there in front of them. We sat in the family room, Mom and Anne on one couch, Hildy and Gwen on another, me on a highbacked wooden chair. They chatted about my 'stupid intrigues' and 'insulting suspicions', disrespecting me happily. It was painful. Then the doorbell rang.
"Go on," my wife told me condescendingly. "Answer it."
I hung my head and went to the door. As expected, Steven Kirk was waiting outside. He smiled and shook his head when he saw me. I cringed and stepped aside to let him in. Then I led him to the women.
"Well," Hildy said to me, again with no respect. "Introduce everyone."
First I introduced him to my Mom, then Anne and Gwen, and was foolish enough to tell him that we had once been engaged. Last I introduced him to my wife. He had merely said hello to all the others but with Hildy he strode right over and offered his hand.
Kirk said, "The lady with the sweet voice on the phone."
She grinned at him and held his hand longer than I liked. Then she patted the spot next to her. Gwen moved down only a bit, so that he had to sit very close to Hildy, his muscular thigh almost touching her softly rounded one, which was well displayed because her skirt was so short.
"So," Hildy said to him, "my genius husband had convinced himself that I was cheating."
"Yes he had." He didn't even look to me for a cue. "Which is pretty common, especially when a woman is as attractive as yourself. Even moreso if her husband is -- not overly masculine. But what was odd was that he had no evidence, just whatever his suspicious mind told him. I suggested that he might not want to rush into an investigation but he insisted."
"Well," she said, placing her hand on his upper leg with instant familiarity, "I appreciate that you did such a good job of showing him what an idiot he was." She gave a brief squeeze. "You know, though, I feel like if he's going to believe I'm a cheat, and since he's not, as you said, much of a man, which I can certainly attest to, there's no reason for me not to cheat." She leaned toward him. "If I can find the right man for the job."
He laid his hand over hers and moved her fingers until they were brushing the obvious bulge of his crotch. "You found him."
My wife purred happily. She looked at the others. "Mom. Girls. If you don't want to see what happens next, it's okay to leave. But I think you'll appreciate it."
My Mother said, "Dear, I've been having my fun with the pool guy, the gardener, my tennis pro, and two hunks who give me massages. It's been going on for years. In fact, that's what gave Chipper's father his breakdown." She laughed heartlessly. "That and not letting him have sex with me. So do your worst. Or should I say, your best?"
Hildy unzipped Kirk's pants. As her hand went inside she said, "Mind if I call you Steve?"
He chuckled. "Under the circumstances you don't want to be too formal, so okay."
She locked eyes with me. "And you stay in the room too. I definatly want you to see this. You thought I was cheating, you jerk. Well, here's what you get for having such a low opinion of me."
My wife felt his equipment for a moment, her eyes going wide at how much there was to touch, before withdrawing her hand. Then, with deft fingers she undid his belt and one button, opening his pants further. Hildy lovingly extracted his dark cock and grinned at it's seven thick inches. Then she gave it a few strokes that added another inch. Finally, as I sat there biting my lower lip, she lowered her head and fitted her mouth over the swollen knob and gave a few hungry sucks, bringing his member to its full nine inch length. I was astounded, jealous, and agonized by worry.
She told me, "That's what a real cock looks like. I didn't mind your little peter or the fact that you couldn?t get me off with it. I was even willing to accept that you wouldn?t go down on me. You could have had years, decades of great sex with me. But now you can start a long goodbye that will go on and on and on."
Her mouth found his tool again and she treated it to an unhurried blow job. When she wasn't trying to swallow all that meat she was licking it, using her tongue in so many different ways that I lost track of them all. He just sat there, tenderly stroking the back of her head and murmuring his appreciation.
Hildy brought her head up and said, "I guess I shouldn't finish you right now. Not if we're going into one of the guest bedrooms so you can stuff me full of Black cock."
"Damn, baby," he said with good humor. "If you suck me off now, then it'll be easier for me to hold back my next shot of love. That way, you can get the full one hour treatment."
She goggled at him. "An hour? My useless husband never got past the three minute mark. One ball-draining coming up."
Her lips and tongue got back to work and, after another ten minutes, she drained his heavy testicles into her mouth. But my wife didn't swallow. Instead she stood up, cheeks full of his spunk, and walked straight to me. She squeezed the sides of my lower face to make my mouth open wide, at the same time pushing my head back. Before I realized what she intended, Hildy positioned her lips above mine and spewed out all that cum and her spit onto my tongue. It was disgusting but I somehow knew, with all of them there, not to spit it back out. Instead, I held it there, praying I wouldn't have to gulp down the foul mess. She spat the last of it atop the rest and straightened up, a smirk on her pretty face.
"So," she said to me. "Do you want to try to keep it in there until Steve is done slamming me, which should be, like he said, about 60 minutes, or do you want to swallow to show me you're starting to learn your lesson?"
I moaned miserably. Either choice was sickening. But I knew that the longer I kept that slime in my mouth, the more of it would run down my throat anyway, so, as best as I could with my mouth so full, I said, "Swawwow."
"What? You want to swallow? You want Steve's thick rich cum in your stomach? Is that what you're trying to tell everybody?"
I nodded. Hildy told me to drink it all down and, with all of them pointing and jeering, I ingested that impressively large load of semen. It was horrid but at least it was done. Then Gwen came over, grabbed me by the back of the neck and made me stand. The happy couple headed for the nearest bedroom and my ex-fiance made me follow. After Gwen left us and closed the door partway, I had to stand and watch as the pair unhurriedly disrobed each other, all the while kissing and running their hands all over each other's bodies. Then, all too soon, they were in bed together.
Hildy kissed and fondled his organ until it swelled to its full dimensions again. She straddled him and lowered/backed herself onto it, until he was buried inside her to his balls. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was agony knowing that I had driven my faithful, loving wife into bed with another man, and that my chances of ever regaining any sexual rights were shrinking as she rode up and down on his monster tool.
"Steve," she said breathily. "This is incredible. You can't imagine how awful it's been for me to only feel my husband's baby dick in there. You have enough to really make me happy. He's a loser and you're a stud. Oh, baby, is it alright if I stop riding you and get on my back. I want to feel you pumping me, I want you to make me cum like Chipper there could never do."
"Sure, honey," he said with a broad grin. "It'll be my pleasure."
"Mmmmm," she purred. "Mine too."
Moments later they had rearranged themselves and he was in the missionary position, his cock poised at the entrance of her sex. Then he slid it in, inch after inch, and set a slow tempo. She squirmed in slow motion under him for a long time. Then he increased his pace and brought her close to a climax before he slowed again. The entire time she kept complimenting him and trashing me. Then they switched to the doggie position and he entered her once more, then gave her more pleasure while his hands kneaded her gorgeous bottom and stroked her silky thighs. It was torture for me to watch his dark hands rove so freely over her light skin. Again he brought her near to finishing, then slowed.
"Steve," she moaned. "Please make me cum. I don't care if we don't do it for a whole hour. I need to finish so badly. It's been so long with my husband and his puny pecker always leaving me frustrated."
He chuckled deep in his throat and stepped up his rhythm. She groaned and shoved her bottom back at him. Before long she was squealing and shaking her head, on the verge. He stopped once, let her beg some more, and then pistoned his huge cock furiously until she had a screaming finale. I knew everyone else could hear what was happening. He altered his strokes, making them short and lazy, while she gradually came down from the heights of ecstasy.
"That was incredible," she told him sleepily as she rolled onto her back. "I'm only sorry you didn't get to finish, too. I guess you can put that beautiful cock in me again and just let yourself go. Okay?"
"But Hildy," he said, oozing confidence. "I'm not done pleasing you yet."
He entered her once more and used a combination of long and short strokes that reawakened her libido and soon had her writhing under him. She couldn't believe what was happening as he used his body to arouse her in ways she had never experienced, to bring her to the edge but not let her finish, and to make her want him more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life. A full hour had elapsed since they started having sex. He gave her another soul-shaking climax and let himself go so they could enjoy the thrill of finishing together. By the time they were both done it was plain to me that my situation had become even more hopeless than before. They cuddled for a bit before Steve gave me the worst news yet.
"Up on the bed, boy," he snapped. "You can show me how good you are at using your tongue on your wife's perfect pussy. Right now, before all that good cream gets on the sheets."
I was utterly sickened but too stunned, too afraid of the muscular man in front of me, to object. Instead, before my wife's disbelieving eyes, I got into position and went to work with my mouth on her messy, well-used womanhood, and had to continue until not only was it thoroughly cleaned, but until she had been treated to an extra, smaller orgasm as well. While I was still licking her through her afterglow, Steve pressed his lips to hers and they shared a long kiss.
Back in the other room a short while later, naked before everyone, I learned how much my life was going to change. My own Mother was first to speak.
"Well, Chipper, I've decided to modify the payouts from your trust fund. They will be larger and..." She paused for effect. "... all the money will go directly to your sweet wife. I recommend that she give you an allowance of... 50 dollars a week. Of course, various expenses would come out of that and what you would be left with wouldn?t be enough to pay for any of your accustomed foolishness, like gas for your car, golf, your social club, or fancy new clothes." She snickered at my shocked expression.
"But don't worry," Hildy said, taking up the thread. "You won't need those things because you'll be home with me... and Steve... and I've decided that we'll keep you naked. You'll do all the housework and be right there to turn back the covers whenever we want to go to bed and screw -- which will be very often."
"Of course, you'll still have some free time," added my Sister Anne, "but that's where I come in. You're going to clean my place too, be my houseboy and, when you need it, get punished by me. And I know everyone here will find enough to complain about that you'll need lots and lots and lots of discipline. We're going to have sooooo much fun together, Chipper."
"And I'll be helping out, too," Gwen put in. "I'm still mad at you for the way you treated me when we were together, loverboy. With your lovely wife's permission, I'm going to have you for two nights a week and make you my total body slave. You are going to use your mouth on me in ways you've never thought of, ways you will never forget."
Hildy said, "Of course you have my permission, Gwen. If fact, you can do any damn thing you want to my loser of a husband. All I ask is a complete report."
"You've got it," Gwen assured her. "Along with plenty of digital pictures."
They all laughed at me, standing there in the nude, shame-faced, a look of dread on my features. Then my Mother stood.
"You all go and have yourselves something to eat in the other room. I'm going to put sonny boy here right to work scrubbing the bathroom. My maid Roxy will be so glad to have someone else doing all her work. All she'll have to do is direct you. I'm sure you won't mind being told what to do by a tall, very dark, very full-figured Black woman, will you, Chipper?" She sneered at me. "I mean being told to clean and... other things."
What could I say. I meekly answered, "No, Mother. I'll be good and do whatever Roxy tells me."
All of them would be running my life, giving me orders that I couldn't refuse. And my wife, my stunning Hildy, would be cheating on me nearly every day with her new lover. I couldn't stop reminding myself that this was all my fault and that, if I hadn't been so suspicious, I would be able to have her anytime I pleased. Instead, I was going to be saying goodbye to all that, over and over, for a long time. Saying goodbye to my love life and hello to her wild new sex life with her Black stud.
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Could anyone have blamed me for suspecting my wife Hildy of cheating? She's tall and gorgeous, with generous curves and long blond hair. Men stare at her and sometimes, if their wives are with them, earn themselves a punch in the arm from a jealous spouse. That would be enough, but there's also the fact that I'm short, weedy, and meek. I knew Hildy loved me and enjoyed pampering me, but I couldn't control my jealousy. I decided to hire a detective. Money, as they say, was not a concern. I came into a huge trust fund when I turned 21 and am set for life without ever having to worry about working.
The detective I chose was Steven Kirk. I went to his office, which was in an anonymous building that also housed dentists, psychiatrists, foot doctors, decorators and architects. As I entered the elevator to ride to his third floor office I was still unsure of myself. But then a couple of handsome six foot men got on and triggered my insecurities. I could picture them with my stunning Scandanavian wife and the thought of them so much as talking to her had me trembling with jealousy. So, when I opened Kirk's door my resolve was strong.
There was a small reception area with two chairs and a couch. Before I could sit down the detective appeared from the next room. He was well dressed, a towering, powerful man. And he was Black. I was taken aback for a moment and then composed myself, hoping my initial reaction hadn't shown. When we shook, his hand completely encased mine. His broad dark face was relaxed and friendly as he ushered me into his inner office and gestured me into a chair. As he sat behind his desk I caught myself fidgeting. Nerves.
He said, "What may I do for you, Sir?"
I explained my concerns. When he asked if I had any concrete evidence of infidelity I had to admit that there was nothing. He was understanding but suggested that I might want to take more time before proceeding. That made me feel like I was being told what to do, which annoyed me, so I said in no uncertain terms that I intended to have an investigation. He nodded and took out a legal pad, then began asking me about her car, social engagements, and spending habits. As I spoke he jotted down notes, occasionally asking questions inspired by my words. Then he asked if I had brought a picture of her, which I had. His eyes lingered over it. For a change I wasn't upset by having a man see my wife. I was sure she wouldn't be interested in someone of his, as I put it to myself, racial type.
We signed a short contract and I wrote him a check on my private account, which Hildy had no access to. When we shook hands once more I felt he used a bit too much pressure, almost but not quite hurting me. As soon as I was out on the street I found an upscale restaurant, went straight to their bar, and had a glass of white wine. Kirk would follow her for a week and then I would come back for his report. I distracted myself for the next seven days with extra rounds of golf, lunches at my club, and a visit to my clothier. Then, on Sunday, while Hildy was horseback riding, a practice I didn't approve of but nevertheless permitted, I went to visit my Mother. That's not my favorite activity but, ever since Dad's nervous breakdown, she has had control of my trust fund and I wanted to keep on her good side so she wouldn't reduce how much I could access each month.
When I arrived at her exclusive neighborhood and drove up the long drive of her sprawling home I was dismayed to see my Sister's car parked out front. I muttered to myself as I entered, passed through the long foyer, and entered the high-ceilinged, sumptuously furnished livingroom. They were seated on the couch, my still attractive middle-aged Mom and my athletic Sister Anne. While Mom's clothes were casual but elegant, Anne had on her tennis outift, a tiny skirt and close-fitted, sleeveless top. Even though she is my Sister I couldn't help but stare for a second before I shifted my gaze.
Mom said, "Chipper, you finally decided to visit. How long has it been?"
I shrugged. "Only a few weeks, I guess." Why did she still have to use my childhood nickname?
Anne tilted up her chin. "I've been here at least twice a week, Chipper. We BOTH missed you."
Of course I didn't respond. My Sister and I have had a nasty rivalry for years. I still blame her for ruining my engagement to Gwen, the girl I nearly married a year before I met Hildy.
The conversation was strained and they didn't even offer me any of the tea they were sharing. As she always did, Mom broached the idea of setting up a seperate allowance just for my wife, which I once again dismissed as tactfully as I could.
"You know," Anne couldn't resist commenting, "I've talked to Hildy and she has mentioned how... frugal you can be. I mean, she's your wife, Chipper. Give her more money, already."
The main reason I never gave my wife more money was because of my fear that she would go somewhere or do something that would lead to cheating -- or more cheating, if she had already started. I didn't say that, instead simply explaining, "I have to do what I feel is best for her."
They both gave me dark looks but that was as far as it went. The conversation turned to the usual trivialities and I escaped after only an hour with them. I vowed to wait at least one week longer than I had this time before my next visit.
The next day I went to Kirk's office for his report. Instead of the incriminating evidence I had anticipated, he had only good news. Not only didn't she cheat, but she was doing a bit of charity work that I hadn't known about.
He concluded, "You're a very lucky man. Just go home and enjoy your happy marriage."
Again I took it as being told what to do. My instinct was to assert myself some way, so I snatched up his report and the pictures that showed my wife lunching with female friends and enjoying other innocent activities. He couldn?t object to me taking it and I'm sure he had another copy, but I needed to assert myself.
From there I went and had two glasses of white wine. When I got home it was after dark and my wife was out. It was her book group evening and she had left me a sweet note to remind me that was where she would be. I tried to settle myself back down with another glass of wine. My thoughts turned to the chances of having sex later. It had been a few days. Not that Hildy was ever reluctant. That was surprising, I suppose, because I got plenty of pleasure from our time in the bedroom and she got mostly frustration. You see, my... male endowment... is not impressive. And I had never been able to bring myself to give her... oral satisfaction. She didn't complain but I could tell she missed getting fulfillment from sex.
Anyway, that was when everything changed. After that fateful third glass of wine I slipped into sleep on the sofa. The report was lying there on the coffee table in front of me because I had been glancing through it, still imagining I would discover some hint that she had been unfaithful. I awoke to find my wife standing over me, the pages and pictures in her hand. She was not happy.
"You had me followed? Had photos taken of me? You thought I was having sex with someone else?"
"No. I mean, yes, but..."
She had an expression I had never seen on her face before, as if she wanted to hurt me and then kick me out the door. I was in fear for my safety as she read portions of the report aloud, especially where Kirk had written that I had 'strong though ungrounded suspicions that she is cheating'. I tried haltingly to talk my way out of it but she wasn't accepting any of that.
"I've been a very good wife to you -- " She paused. " -- haven't I, Chipper?" She knew how much I hated that name. "And I haven't been cheating, have I? But you didn't have any faith in me so, as of right now, there are going to be some changes around here." I attempted to mollify her but again failed. She glowered at me and said, "Get out of your clothes -- NOW."
Too afraid to stand up to her, I did as I was told. When I was naked, standing there with my hands at my sides, she openly sneered.
"Look at that pitiful excuse for a cock between your legs. You know, I never said anything about it because I cared about you but now I feel very differently. Until and unless I say otherwise, you are not going to be putting that pathetic little worm into me. Understood?" I nodded wordlessly. "Good. Now, into the bedroom."
She strode away from me, her perfect bottom swaying in the snug skirt she wore, the heels of her pumps clicking on the hardwood floor of the hall. As soon as we were in the bedroom she got out of her clothes and stretched out on her back on the bed. Hildy was a magnificent sight, her pale skin, light pink nipples, and naturally blond pubic hair all inviting me to one of our couplings which I craved so much. Instead, she directed me to kneel between her long legs and put my chin on the silk sheets. That left me with my face only inches from her pouting pussy lips. I could smell the musk of her womanliness. Though I was put off by that scent my closeness to her got me erect. After what she had said I couldn't stop thinking about how small my penis was, less than four inches hard, and slender as well.
"If you want me to ever even think about returning your sexual privledges, you can get your mouth busy right now and give me an orgasm, something you've never been able to do with your tiny dick."
"But... but I can't..."
"Or I can just call your Mom and see how she feels about the way you behaved."
"Nooo," I said pleadingly. "Not that. She might use it as an excuse to give you that allowance I said..."
"Go on. What allowance?"
"It's just that... You see, she's been pestering me to give you more money and I kept telling her you might not, um, manage it well. I mean..."
"Yes, I know what you mean. I got the impression that's what was going on. Your Mom has dropped some hints about it. And Anne, that sweetheart, has said a few things."
"She has no right," I blurted. "My Sister is a bitch and if I had my way I'd..." I stopped all at once, my temper receeding as reality came back to the fore. I was in a terrible situation and should have been doing everything I could to placate my wife. "I'm sorry, it's just that..."
"You know, Chipper, the more you talk, the deeper you get yourself into this mess you've made. Why don't you use your mouth for something else before you dig a hole so deep you can't get out of it?"
"Y... yes, Dear," I managed to say.
Then, closing my eyes, I pressed my lips to her labia and delivered a long kiss. I had a general idea of what to do and started licking up and down. She instructed me to use the tip of my tongue to tease her clitoris and then my lips to suck it. I was being told what to do again, but this time I had to swallow my pride and obey. I hated the taste of her sex, especially when she made me probe it with my tongue. Hildy sensed how revulsed I was and kept me licking her inside for quite a while. Then she got me back to doing what gave her the most pleasure, pampering her clit, until she had a loud, prolonged, and very wet orgasm. I had to lap her all the way through the messy explosion and its protracted afterglow.
When she finally sighed and relaxed I started to get up. She tartly asked me, "Where are you going, shrimpdick?"
"I have to wash my face and rinse my mouth and use m... mouthwash. Please, I can't stand this taste."
"Too bad. You're going to be tasting my pussy a lot from now on. And you're not allowed to rinse and spit afterwards. I want you to be reminded of your new status all the time."
She laughed at me. Actually laughed. And I didn't do anything about it. I only said, "Y... yes, Dear."
"Another thing," she went on. "Since I have his number, thanks to you, I'm going to give your Mr. Kirk a call. I want to ask him a few questions -- about you."
"Hildy. Dearest. Please don't."
"You are no longer allowed to tell me what I can do. Or what I can't do," she added with an emphasis I didn't fully register at the time.
***
The next day she made me skip my golf game. I had to call the other guys one by one and tell each of them that I had to do some chores at home. They all thought I was kidding but I had to convince them it was true. After getting razzed by all of them I found out that I hadn't been lyng about having housework to do. Still naked from the night before, I had to dust and dry mop several rooms while Hildy followed me around, making sure I didn't miss any spots and reminding me that I had to be ready to serve her in bed if she so much as snapped her fingers.
Then, around midday, she declared that it was time to make that phone call. After a morning of housework in the nude I was in no mood to rebel. Instead, I listened meekly as she had a chat with Steven Kirk. By the end of the call her tone was quite friendly -- too friendly -- and she was calling him Steve. It made me extremely uncomfortable but I had to stand there and take it.
At the end she said, "I'm really looking forward to seeing you. And of course my husband will be paying you for your time. Oh no, I insist. Let me give you the address."
Suddenly she was giving him the street and number for my Mother's place. I nearly choked. I shook my head but she stopped even that with a sharp look. Hildy wasn't making a mistake. She was meeting him there on purpose. My lower lip trembled and I had to fight back tears. Then she decided that I was going to take her out to lunch. I wanted to point out that I had no appetite but by then I had learned when not to speak.
At the restaurant we were shown to our table by a good looking young host. My wife chatted merrily with him, as if I wasn't even there. He wasn't quite sure how to respond but followed her lead. I felt invisible as he pulled out her chair and she complimented him on what strong looking hands he had, her words hinting at more than a simple observation. Just my luck our server was another buff young guy, who she was also flirtatious with. Worse, she ordered for both of us, selecting quiche for me and asking him if he thought it might bother my 'delicate tummy'. The waiter couldn't keep from smiling at that. He told her he thought it would be fine and glanced at me with amused disrespect. During the meal Hildy talked about what an interesting voice Kirk had and how she imagined he could persuade people with it, get them to see matters his way. Then she asked me to describe him.
I hesitated before telling her, "Well, he's tall and looks strong. You know, broad shoulders." I shrugged. "But he's, er, Black."
"And that bothers you? Hmmmm? Is it because you've heard Black men have huge cocks? And yours is so ridiculously small?"
I was stunned. Never had I heard my wife talk like that. And what she was suggesting made me completely uneasy. I squirmed in my seat. "P... please, Dearest..." I almost told her not to talk that way before I remembered that I no longer had that right. Instead, I said, "I guess that maybe some of that is true."
"Well, we'll have to discuss it further -- when the time is right."
***
The next evening we went to my Mother's place. I was a nervous wreck, tortured by thoughts of my wife meeting Kirk and what might result. I kept telling myself she was just tormenting me and nothing would come of it, but couldn't make myself believe that. She wore a brief skirt and very tight top, along with slutty red heels. She also had on more make-up than usual, reinforcing the less-than-pure image. When we got there my Mom was waiting, along with my sister Anne and, to my horror, my former fiance Gwen. I was afraid I would swoon right there in front of them. We sat in the family room, Mom and Anne on one couch, Hildy and Gwen on another, me on a highbacked wooden chair. They chatted about my 'stupid intrigues' and 'insulting suspicions', disrespecting me happily. It was painful. Then the doorbell rang.
"Go on," my wife told me condescendingly. "Answer it."
I hung my head and went to the door. As expected, Steven Kirk was waiting outside. He smiled and shook his head when he saw me. I cringed and stepped aside to let him in. Then I led him to the women.
"Well," Hildy said to me, again with no respect. "Introduce everyone."
First I introduced him to my Mom, then Anne and Gwen, and was foolish enough to tell him that we had once been engaged. Last I introduced him to my wife. He had merely said hello to all the others but with Hildy he strode right over and offered his hand.
Kirk said, "The lady with the sweet voice on the phone."
She grinned at him and held his hand longer than I liked. Then she patted the spot next to her. Gwen moved down only a bit, so that he had to sit very close to Hildy, his muscular thigh almost touching her softly rounded one, which was well displayed because her skirt was so short.
"So," Hildy said to him, "my genius husband had convinced himself that I was cheating."
"Yes he had." He didn't even look to me for a cue. "Which is pretty common, especially when a woman is as attractive as yourself. Even moreso if her husband is -- not overly masculine. But what was odd was that he had no evidence, just whatever his suspicious mind told him. I suggested that he might not want to rush into an investigation but he insisted."
"Well," she said, placing her hand on his upper leg with instant familiarity, "I appreciate that you did such a good job of showing him what an idiot he was." She gave a brief squeeze. "You know, though, I feel like if he's going to believe I'm a cheat, and since he's not, as you said, much of a man, which I can certainly attest to, there's no reason for me not to cheat." She leaned toward him. "If I can find the right man for the job."
He laid his hand over hers and moved her fingers until they were brushing the obvious bulge of his crotch. "You found him."
My wife purred happily. She looked at the others. "Mom. Girls. If you don't want to see what happens next, it's okay to leave. But I think you'll appreciate it."
My Mother said, "Dear, I've been having my fun with the pool guy, the gardener, my tennis pro, and two hunks who give me massages. It's been going on for years. In fact, that's what gave Chipper's father his breakdown." She laughed heartlessly. "That and not letting him have sex with me. So do your worst. Or should I say, your best?"
Hildy unzipped Kirk's pants. As her hand went inside she said, "Mind if I call you Steve?"
He chuckled. "Under the circumstances you don't want to be too formal, so okay."
She locked eyes with me. "And you stay in the room too. I definatly want you to see this. You thought I was cheating, you jerk. Well, here's what you get for having such a low opinion of me."
My wife felt his equipment for a moment, her eyes going wide at how much there was to touch, before withdrawing her hand. Then, with deft fingers she undid his belt and one button, opening his pants further. Hildy lovingly extracted his dark cock and grinned at it's seven thick inches. Then she gave it a few strokes that added another inch. Finally, as I sat there biting my lower lip, she lowered her head and fitted her mouth over the swollen knob and gave a few hungry sucks, bringing his member to its full nine inch length. I was astounded, jealous, and agonized by worry.
She told me, "That's what a real cock looks like. I didn't mind your little peter or the fact that you couldn?t get me off with it. I was even willing to accept that you wouldn?t go down on me. You could have had years, decades of great sex with me. But now you can start a long goodbye that will go on and on and on."
Her mouth found his tool again and she treated it to an unhurried blow job. When she wasn't trying to swallow all that meat she was licking it, using her tongue in so many different ways that I lost track of them all. He just sat there, tenderly stroking the back of her head and murmuring his appreciation.
Hildy brought her head up and said, "I guess I shouldn't finish you right now. Not if we're going into one of the guest bedrooms so you can stuff me full of Black cock."
"Damn, baby," he said with good humor. "If you suck me off now, then it'll be easier for me to hold back my next shot of love. That way, you can get the full one hour treatment."
She goggled at him. "An hour? My useless husband never got past the three minute mark. One ball-draining coming up."
Her lips and tongue got back to work and, after another ten minutes, she drained his heavy testicles into her mouth. But my wife didn't swallow. Instead she stood up, cheeks full of his spunk, and walked straight to me. She squeezed the sides of my lower face to make my mouth open wide, at the same time pushing my head back. Before I realized what she intended, Hildy positioned her lips above mine and spewed out all that cum and her spit onto my tongue. It was disgusting but I somehow knew, with all of them there, not to spit it back out. Instead, I held it there, praying I wouldn't have to gulp down the foul mess. She spat the last of it atop the rest and straightened up, a smirk on her pretty face.
"So," she said to me. "Do you want to try to keep it in there until Steve is done slamming me, which should be, like he said, about 60 minutes, or do you want to swallow to show me you're starting to learn your lesson?"
I moaned miserably. Either choice was sickening. But I knew that the longer I kept that slime in my mouth, the more of it would run down my throat anyway, so, as best as I could with my mouth so full, I said, "Swawwow."
"What? You want to swallow? You want Steve's thick rich cum in your stomach? Is that what you're trying to tell everybody?"
I nodded. Hildy told me to drink it all down and, with all of them pointing and jeering, I ingested that impressively large load of semen. It was horrid but at least it was done. Then Gwen came over, grabbed me by the back of the neck and made me stand. The happy couple headed for the nearest bedroom and my ex-fiance made me follow. After Gwen left us and closed the door partway, I had to stand and watch as the pair unhurriedly disrobed each other, all the while kissing and running their hands all over each other's bodies. Then, all too soon, they were in bed together.
Hildy kissed and fondled his organ until it swelled to its full dimensions again. She straddled him and lowered/backed herself onto it, until he was buried inside her to his balls. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was agony knowing that I had driven my faithful, loving wife into bed with another man, and that my chances of ever regaining any sexual rights were shrinking as she rode up and down on his monster tool.
"Steve," she said breathily. "This is incredible. You can't imagine how awful it's been for me to only feel my husband's baby dick in there. You have enough to really make me happy. He's a loser and you're a stud. Oh, baby, is it alright if I stop riding you and get on my back. I want to feel you pumping me, I want you to make me cum like Chipper there could never do."
"Sure, honey," he said with a broad grin. "It'll be my pleasure."
"Mmmmm," she purred. "Mine too."
Moments later they had rearranged themselves and he was in the missionary position, his cock poised at the entrance of her sex. Then he slid it in, inch after inch, and set a slow tempo. She squirmed in slow motion under him for a long time. Then he increased his pace and brought her close to a climax before he slowed again. The entire time she kept complimenting him and trashing me. Then they switched to the doggie position and he entered her once more, then gave her more pleasure while his hands kneaded her gorgeous bottom and stroked her silky thighs. It was torture for me to watch his dark hands rove so freely over her light skin. Again he brought her near to finishing, then slowed.
"Steve," she moaned. "Please make me cum. I don't care if we don't do it for a whole hour. I need to finish so badly. It's been so long with my husband and his puny pecker always leaving me frustrated."
He chuckled deep in his throat and stepped up his rhythm. She groaned and shoved her bottom back at him. Before long she was squealing and shaking her head, on the verge. He stopped once, let her beg some more, and then pistoned his huge cock furiously until she had a screaming finale. I knew everyone else could hear what was happening. He altered his strokes, making them short and lazy, while she gradually came down from the heights of ecstasy.
"That was incredible," she told him sleepily as she rolled onto her back. "I'm only sorry you didn't get to finish, too. I guess you can put that beautiful cock in me again and just let yourself go. Okay?"
"But Hildy," he said, oozing confidence. "I'm not done pleasing you yet."
He entered her once more and used a combination of long and short strokes that reawakened her libido and soon had her writhing under him. She couldn't believe what was happening as he used his body to arouse her in ways she had never experienced, to bring her to the edge but not let her finish, and to make her want him more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life. A full hour had elapsed since they started having sex. He gave her another soul-shaking climax and let himself go so they could enjoy the thrill of finishing together. By the time they were both done it was plain to me that my situation had become even more hopeless than before. They cuddled for a bit before Steve gave me the worst news yet.
"Up on the bed, boy," he snapped. "You can show me how good you are at using your tongue on your wife's perfect pussy. Right now, before all that good cream gets on the sheets."
I was utterly sickened but too stunned, too afraid of the muscular man in front of me, to object. Instead, before my wife's disbelieving eyes, I got into position and went to work with my mouth on her messy, well-used womanhood, and had to continue until not only was it thoroughly cleaned, but until she had been treated to an extra, smaller orgasm as well. While I was still licking her through her afterglow, Steve pressed his lips to hers and they shared a long kiss.
Back in the other room a short while later, naked before everyone, I learned how much my life was going to change. My own Mother was first to speak.
"Well, Chipper, I've decided to modify the payouts from your trust fund. They will be larger and..." She paused for effect. "... all the money will go directly to your sweet wife. I recommend that she give you an allowance of... 50 dollars a week. Of course, various expenses would come out of that and what you would be left with wouldn?t be enough to pay for any of your accustomed foolishness, like gas for your car, golf, your social club, or fancy new clothes." She snickered at my shocked expression.
"But don't worry," Hildy said, taking up the thread. "You won't need those things because you'll be home with me... and Steve... and I've decided that we'll keep you naked. You'll do all the housework and be right there to turn back the covers whenever we want to go to bed and screw -- which will be very often."
"Of course, you'll still have some free time," added my Sister Anne, "but that's where I come in. You're going to clean my place too, be my houseboy and, when you need it, get punished by me. And I know everyone here will find enough to complain about that you'll need lots and lots and lots of discipline. We're going to have sooooo much fun together, Chipper."
"And I'll be helping out, too," Gwen put in. "I'm still mad at you for the way you treated me when we were together, loverboy. With your lovely wife's permission, I'm going to have you for two nights a week and make you my total body slave. You are going to use your mouth on me in ways you've never thought of, ways you will never forget."
Hildy said, "Of course you have my permission, Gwen. If fact, you can do any damn thing you want to my loser of a husband. All I ask is a complete report."
"You've got it," Gwen assured her. "Along with plenty of digital pictures."
They all laughed at me, standing there in the nude, shame-faced, a look of dread on my features. Then my Mother stood.
"You all go and have yourselves something to eat in the other room. I'm going to put sonny boy here right to work scrubbing the bathroom. My maid Roxy will be so glad to have someone else doing all her work. All she'll have to do is direct you. I'm sure you won't mind being told what to do by a tall, very dark, very full-figured Black woman, will you, Chipper?" She sneered at me. "I mean being told to clean and... other things."
What could I say. I meekly answered, "No, Mother. I'll be good and do whatever Roxy tells me."
All of them would be running my life, giving me orders that I couldn't refuse. And my wife, my stunning Hildy, would be cheating on me nearly every day with her new lover. I couldn't stop reminding myself that this was all my fault and that, if I hadn't been so suspicious, I would be able to have her anytime I pleased. Instead, I was going to be saying goodbye to all that, over and over, for a long time. Saying goodbye to my love life and hello to her wild new sex life with her Black stud.
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