Faye glanced over at the closet and said, “In my ass lover, in my ass” and she turned and bent over the bed, spread her legs and grabbed the mattress.
I came out of the closet as soon as the two of them were out of the room and I stripped and waited for Faye to return. I’d jacked off three times in the closet and I was still as hard as an iron bar. I sure hoped that Faye was ready for at least one more fuck because she was going to get it ready or not. Five minutes went by and still no Faye so I tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the hall and then peeked around the corner to the living room. Faye was on her knees giving him another blow job! Shit, the way things were going he might even fuck her again. Well, if he was going to and they wanted the bed instead of the living room couch or the floor he was going to find the “white honky” on the bed because I wasn’t going back into that closet.
It was another ten minutes before Faye came back to the room. I was lying on the bed stroking my cock and she stopped in the doorway, looked at me and said, “Does that mean that you are still talking to me?”
“Why wouldn’t we be talking?”
“You’ve never seen what a slut I can be before.”
“Just out of curiosity, did he nail you again?”
“Twice. A blow job and a fuck on the living room floor.”
“How many more times would he have gone if he had spent the night?”
“Maybe five or six more times.”
“Why in Gods name did you ever come back to me? You loved it! I’ve never gotten you to be that way. I know you warned me that most of what you would say would be bullshit, but I know that you meant a lot of it.”
“Did you see any love there baby? Did you see any affection, any tenderness? All that was there was the sex, and yes I loved it, especially the anal, but I need more than that. I need what I get from you baby, I need the love you give me.”
“Does your pussy have room for another cock tonight?”
“You really want to stick your lily white cock into a black man’s whore? You really want a nigger’s left overs? I don’t know white boy, what’s in it for me?”
“You treat me right and I just might take up bowling or join a lodge or something.”
“You think you could handle it on a regular basis?”
“Why don’t you come over here and handle this and then maybe we can talk about it.”
Faye and I did talk about it the next morning and the bottom line was that she would like to keep seeing Andy, but only if I was sure that I could handle it. For the next month Faye saw Andy twice a week on my “bowling nights.” Sometimes I was in the closet and sometimes I did actually go out and find something to do. As much as I liked watching Faye be Andy’s whore and as turned on as it made me there are only so many times that you can stand in a closet for three and four hours. Either way, coming out of the closet or coming home after, I would attack Faye and fuck her until I couldn’t get it up anymore.
Then one day I came home from work horny as a goat and Faye begged off. “Please baby, not tonight. I don’t feel well.” That was a first. In our entire married life Faye had never said no to me. I didn’t think anything of it because we all don’t feel well from time to time, but when it happened the next two nights I asked her if maybe she should go see a doctor. She told me no, that she was starting to get over it. The next night was a night when Andy would be coming over and I suggested that she call him and cancel. “No, I’ll be okay by then. Besides, I’ve said no to you for three days now and I want you coming out of that closet loaded for bear.”
“I won’t be in the closet tomorrow. I’m playing cards with some of the guys from work.”
“No, you have to be there tomorrow. Please honey, I need you to be there.”
I was settled into the closet when the doorbell rang. “How’s my little white whore tonight?”
“I’m ready for you baby. All three holes are just aching for big, black cock.”
“Hear that boys? The white slut wants all of you.”
Several voices said “oh yeah” and “can’t wait.” What the fuck was going on? The answer came soon enough – Faye came walking through the bedroom door followed by Andy and five other black men. With a quick nervous glance at the closet she dropped her skirt and said, “Okay, who goes first this time?”
For the next four hours the six black men fucked Faye in every hole that she had. They took her two at a time, three at a time and once she had a cock in her mouth, one in her ass and one in her pussy while two guys held her upright so she could jack off a guy standing next to the bed. She screamed, begged, and pleaded for more cock, for them to fuck her harder and faster, for them to cum in her, for them to feed her more big, black cock and for them to make her their slut. When the last man finished and Andy was walking out the bedroom door he looked down at her on the bed and said, “See you tomorrow slut. Be ready for me and my boys.”
She was on the bed, head buried in a pillow, ass up in the air when I came out of the closet. She didn’t look at me, she just said, “Take my ass. Please don’t say anything, just take my ass. They opened it up for you. Please baby, take my ass at least once before you throw me out.”
I looked at her ass and saw that they had indeed opened it up. It was so open that I could have pushed my hand in it. My cock, which had been rock hard when I came out of the closet, wilted and I walked out of the room. I now knew why Faye had begged off having sex with me for the last three days. Andy’s “see you tomorrow” had said it all. He wasn’t just fucking her a couple of nights a week, he was also coming over during the day and from the way Faye said, “Who is first this time” I knew that he hadn’t been coming alone. Faye didn’t have the nerve to tell me so she wanted me in the closet so I could find out the hard way. I could hear her sobbing in the bedroom as I sat on the couch, staring at the wall and asking myself what had I done to us.