Cassie’s head snapped up when she heard that.
“Uhhh,” she blinked. “Yes.” She looked amazed. “Good memory, honey.”
Actually, it wasn’t. David just remembered that there were fourteen of Cassie’s sleeping pills left; and since she took two a night, that left only a week before her prescription ran dry.
But that confirmation was important to David. Because not only did it mean that he’d finally have his wife back – and she’d actively, consciously want to have sex with him. It also meant that this nightmare scenario with Brandon would end.
He could hardly invite himself over to finger Cassie if she was wide awake, could he?
And that, in itself, was the only reason he was able to sit through dinner, and their show on TV that night. And, at eight o’clock, kiss his wife goodnight as she retired to the bedroom to “listen to her tapes.”
* * *
At nine o’clock, there was familiar rap on the back door.
Climbing up from the couch, David nervously scuttled to the back door and opened it. There, as expected, stood Brandon – a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Evening, bro,” he beamed – and then, from behind his back, he produced a bottle of Courvoisier. “Thought we could have a little drink before this evening’s festivities.”
David didn’t say anything. He just ushered the big, black man inside before the neighbors could see.
“Okay,” David hissed, as he locked the back door. “Stay put. I’m just going to check that she’s asleep.”
“Do what you need to, bro,” Brandon purred. He started rooting around the cabinets for glasses. “I’ll pour us some brandy.”
David didn’t really drink hard liquor – but given the circumstances, he felt like he might need it.
Tiptoeing down the corridor, David opened the door to the bedroom and light shone across the bed. There, lying as still and serene as she had for almost two months now, was Cassie.
Still keeping quiet, David tiptoed to her dresser and opened the top drawer. He retrieved the pill bottle from where she’d wedged it.
Emptying it out, he counted the contents. Twelve pills left.
She’d taken two – leaving her out for the count.
David didn’t know how he felt about that. Part of him was ashamed and disgusted at what he was about to let happen to his wife. But then, another part of him was angry at her.
Why was she taking these pills? Why was she so desperate to knock herself out? Was it because she didn’t want to be intimate with him? Her own husband?
In many ways, David’s irrational anger outweighed his guilt. As did that nagging, infuriating excitement at seeing his innocent, beautiful wife in such a disgusting situation.
So she’d rather drug herself than be intimate with her own husband, eh?
Well, David sneered to himself. Perhaps she deserved this.
And with that, he strode purposefully into the kitchen and snapped at Brandon: “Are we doing this, or what?”
Brandon’s eyes widened as he heard David say this. He handed him a wine glass full of brandy.
“Let’s toast to this, first,” the big, black man purred.
David snatched the glass and drank. The cheap brandy burned his mouth and throat.
“Just so you know,” he coughed, as the burning liquor warmed his throat, “my wife’s stopping these hypnosis tapes next week.”
He looked up, and caught Brandon’s eyes.
The black man grinned.
“Well, that don’t give us much time, does it?”
And with that, Brandon drained his glass and slid off his jacket.
A moment later, David found himself following Brandon down the corridor, and into their bedroom.
“Man, fucking look at her,” Brandon hissed, as he stood in the doorway and gazed down at David’s sleeping wife. “She’s so fucking beautiful.” He elbowed David in the ribs. “How did you get a girl that beautiful to marry your skinny white ass?”
David narrowed his eyes.
“140lbs might be skinny,” he admitted. “But 110lbs of that is my cock.”
Brandon’s eyes widened at the uncharacteristic joke.
“Shiiit,” he beamed. “We need to feed you brandy more often. You’re a funny motherfucker.”
David said nothing.
Instead, he watched as Brandon crossed the room and nervously lifted up the covers. Underneath lay Cassie – naked and beautiful.
Both Brandon and David gasped as they saw her exposed body.
“Fuck me, that’s a hot looking woman,” Brandon nodded. Then he dropped to his knees; and before David could say anything, started spreading her legs. “Man, I gotta taste that pussy.”
“Hey, wait,” David objected. “That wasn’t what we agreed…”
Brandon turned his head and growled: “Oh, chill out, brother. Is eating your wife’s pretty pussy any different to fingering it? Really?”
David said nothing. In some ways, it really wasn’t.
“So shut the fuck up,” Brandon nodded, and he grabbed Cassie’s knees and lifted and separated them; exposing the pink clamshell between her legs. “Man, I bet she tastes sweet – like pink bubblegum.”
And then the big, black man opened his mouth and lowered his head between Cassie’s thighs.
David stood there and watched, aghast, as a virtual stranger started going down on his unconscious wife.
Brandon opened his mouth and clamped it over Cassie’s pussy. David heard the wet suction as he licked and sucked.
Almost immediately, David’s sleeping wife opened her mouth, and unconsciously gasped; and her hips started grinding against the big man’s mouth.
David was gripped with jealously. Again, he was watching a virtual stranger make sounds of pleasure emerge from his wife’s mouth that he had rarely heard himself.
It was painful, watching somebody else demonstrate a mastery over Cassie’s beautiful body that he didn’t have. To see somebody else make her moan, and gasp, and buck her hips like that.
But it was also hot - incredibly hot. In fact, as David watched Brandon lick and suck his sleeping wife’s cunt, he felt his cock swell to massive proportions inside his pants.
The sleeping Cassie was breathing fast and deeply now; her chest turning pink. As David watched, he noticed her nipples grow as hard as little bullets, and her tongue dart from her mouth to lick her slightly parted lips.
She was close, David realized. Once again, he was about to witness another man drive his unconscious wife to climax.
As if sensing that himself, Brandon started snuffling and slurping like a pig looking for truffles; and Cassie’s body seemed to be responding to the stimulation in a way it rarely had for David himself; even when she was awake.
Her whole body trembled on the bed. Her hips bucked. And then she let out an exquisite, muffled moan that echoed around the bedroom. Lying there, unconscious, she was cumming on Brandon’s tongue.
He kept licking and sucking through it all; driving her further into the wave of pleasure and letting the climax wash over her. Only when Cassie’s trembling, shuddering body went limp did he stop feasting on her pussy.
And then, still licking, one of Brandon’s hands left Cassie’s knee, and dropped to his own crotch.
David watched with mounting dread as Brandon unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly.
“W-what are you doing?” he demanded.
Brandon lifted his face from between Cassie’s thighs. It game away glistening with her juices.
“I’m gonna fuck her,” Brandon snapped, staring up at David with an expression that most wouldn’t want to argue with.
David, understandably, wasn’t most people.
“Woah,” he snapped, even as Brandon wrenched a thick, throbbing brown cock from his pants. “You were just going to finger her. That was the deal.”
Brandon met David’s gaze and grinned. He didn’t miss a beat; stroking his enormous cock as he spoke:
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�That was before, buddy,” Brandon purred. “You think you’re going to send me home with this shoved in my pants?” He gestured to his enormous hard-on.
David stared it it, awestruck. His mouth went dry.
“I’ve got to bust a nut,” Brandon warned, “and from the way your beautiful wife just came on my tongue, I’ve got a feeling she’d welcome it inside her.”
“No fucking way,” David took a step forward.
Brandon held up his hand menacingly.
“Stop right there, buddy. Remember what I’ve got on you.”
David paused.
“You want that nice little video I showed you this morning to do the rounds? To hit your bosses’ office, before your wife sees it herself?”
David went white.
“Didn’t think so.” And with that, Brandon yanked down his pants; fully exposing a hard-on that looked as long and thick as three Coke cans stacked end to end. “Now stand back. I’m going in.”
David was aghast. He’d never seen anything so big; even in porn. And to make matters worse, Brandon’s cock was swelling to attention as the big, black man stroked it – until it reared from out of his pants like an angry bird.
Brandon clambered onto the bed. It creaked under his weight. Then he positioned himself between Cassie’s outstretched thighs.
“W-wait,” David cried. “You can’t do this!”
“Just watch me”
“Don’t you at least have a c-condom or something?”
Brandon turned to him and smiled. Still making eye-contact with his colleague, the big black man gripped the base of his penis and aimed it for the lips to Cassie’s tender, glistening pussy.
“Nah, man,” he purred “I’ll be careful, okay?” And, then, without waiting to hear the response, he thrust.
And like a flower, Cassie’s pussy opened. David watched with horror as Brandon’s penis sunk inside of her – inch after inch, stretching her apart - so much so that the sleeping girl arched her back and moaned audibly.
And the worst part? David found himself unable to move – unable to take that step forward and haul the big, black brute off his wife. He was hypnotized by the sight of Brandon’s enormous dick sliding into his wife’s tender pussy.
The contrast was electric – big, black, hard flesh and her pale, perfect skin. And then the sight of Brandon’s bulky body, crushing Cassie to the bed. It was like looking at something from a porn movie. It was unreal.
“Oh, fuck,” Brandon’s voice brought David back to reality. The bedsprings started creaking as Brandon began to thrust in and out of Cassie. “Oh, shit. She’s so tight.” The big, black man turned to David and grinned; not stopping his thrusts even for a second. “Man, your wife’s pussy is fucking delicious.”
David whimpered. The only thing worse than watching Brandon fuck Cassie was the fact that David’s own cock was as hard as a fucking rock; painfully cramped inside his pants.
“Oh, man,” Brandon hunched over Cassie, and bent his lead to lick her neck. “Goddamn, she’s amazing.” And then he turned to look at David again.
“You like this, bro? You like watching me fuck your wife?” And as if to reinforce that, he began to thrust faster, harder and deeper. The bedsprings creaked in protest.
David felt tears well up in his eyes.
“Oh, don’t give me that shit,” Brandon warned. “I see the front of your fucking pants.” His eyes flicked to the front of David’s slacks, which were distended by his erection.
“Go on,” Brandon insisted, as he fucked Cassie. “Whip it out. You know you want to.” He began to hammer his hips faster, and reached up with one hand to squeeze one of Cassie’s pale breasts. “This is better than a fucking porno for you, isn’t it?”
And David couldn’t help himself. He did as he was told. Standing there, watching Brandon fuck Cassie, he reached down and unbuckled his belt.
A moment later, his pants fell down around his ankles, and David found himself stroking his own erection.
He felt miserable; his hard-on between his fingers so pale and tiny compared to Brandon’s enormous cock. But he was also more aroused than he could ever remember; and his balls were tight with desperate need.
“That’s it,” Brandon watched David jerk off, and thrust deeper into Cassie’s pliant, unconscious body. “You like watching your wife get fucked by a big, black cock – don’t you?”
And then Brandon bit his lip.
“Shit,” he grinned. “Man, your wife’s pussy is too much.” He began to thrust harder. “I’m about to bust my nut.”
David knew he had to say something. David knew he had to tell him to stop – that Cassie wasn’t on any form of birth control and they were trying to get pregnant.
But he didn’t. Instead, he just stroked his cock faster, and shuffled closer to the bed.
“Here it comes,” Brandon warned, pounding Cassie hard and fast. “Oh, Jesus. It’s coming. I’m going to fill her up, you little slut.”
And then he came.
Groaning, Brandon arched his back and thrust deeply inside Cassie’s unconscious body. Buried balls deep in the sleeping white wife, he spurted into her fertile, unprotected cunt.
And as David watched, he too tipped over the edge. Watching this big, black stranger cum inside his wife made his own balls contract; and a moment later he was jerking hot spurts of cum over Cassie’s bare breasts.
“Oh, shit,” Brandon, still buried inside Cassie, watched her husband paint her breasts with his seed. “That’s hot. Cum all over her tits, that’s right.”
And David did; covering her with his load until his cock grew soft, flaccid and exhausted. And only when his balls were empty did he start to emerge from the erotic fugue and take stock of his surroundings.
He was standing there, pants around his ankles, with his limp cock dripping stickily into his fingers. Meanwhile, Brandon was clambering off the bed, pulling his own softening cock from Cassie’s tight pussy with an audible “schlurp.”
And, to David’s horror, as Brandon pulled himself away, a torrent of cum poured from Cassie’s pink, freshly-fucked pussy.
“Oh, shit,” David reached down and tried to pull up his pants. “Oh fuck. You came in her.”
“I sure as hell did,” Brandon was pulling up his pants.
“She’s not on the pill,” David wailed. “Oh, shit. What if you got her pregnant?”
Brandon chuckled.
“Holy crap! You just let a fucking stranger bareback your wife and she wasn’t even on the pill?” He slapped David good-naturedly on the arm. “You’re a sick motherfucker, David.” He grinned. “I like that.”
“I’m serious,” David wailed. “What do I do?”
Brandon was tucking his shirt in.
“Man, I’ve got three kids already, so I know I’m not shooting blanks.” He jerked his thumb towards Cassie, who was lying there with her thighs spread, filled with another man’s seed. “Looks like I just planted a baby-maker in there.”
David turned and stared at his beautiful wife’s splayed legs.
He suddenly knew what he had to do.
“Get out of here,” he ordered, and pushed Brandon towards the door. “Go on, leave.”
“Hey, let me at least do my pants up,” Brandon complained.
“Go on,” David hissed. “You got what you came for.”
Brandon grinned. “That I did, brother.” He slapped David on the shoulder again. “Same time tomorrow?”
And David felt like throwing up.
* * *
A few moments later, David had locked the back door on Brandon and was padding back into the bedroom.
He couldn’t believe what had just happened – how quickly this had all spiralled out of control. How could it have come to this? To watching another man fuck his sleeping wife?
And, even worse, possibly make her pregnant.
But David knew what to do.
He unbuttoned his shirt and kicked off his pants. Then, naked, he slid onto the be
d between Cassie’s legs.
He peered, close-up, at his wife’s freshly-fucked pussy. It was pink, and glistening; rivulets of Brandon’s cum dribbling down the crack of her beautiful ass.
David extended his tongue and licked.
He didn’t know how he could do it; how he could stomach the thought of licking up another man’s cum. But he also knew that if he didn’t, the consequences of this night could last a lifetime.
First, David delved his tongue between the cheeks of Cassie’s taut ass and slurped up a mouthful of hot, salty cum. He forced himself to swallow it. Then he lifted his head and latched onto Cassie’s pussy; sucking and slurping until thick, salty ropes slithered across his tongue and he swallowed each and every one of them.
David feasted on Cassie’s pussy, and desperately tried to eat Brandon’s cum from it. He invaded her wetness with his tongue, and sucked her clean, and slurped each fold and crevice of her delicious cunt until it was glistening with his saliva; and his unconscious wife was writhing and moaning on the brink of another orgasm.
And then finally, he tipped her over the edge; and she gushed into his mouth. David swallowed eagerly; hoping that he’d managed to catch every bit of Brandon’s load. The thought of what might happen if he hadn’t appalled him.
Chapter Eleven
“Honey, did you change the comforter in the middle of the night?”
It was Cassie, padding out of the bedroom the following morning.
“Y-yeah,” David said nervously, cornflakes poised to enter his mouth. “I… erm… spilt some water on it when I was getting into bed.”
“Oh,” Cassie seemed to buy this – unaware that the real reason David had changed the sheets the previous evening was because they were covered with cum. “I’m going to go and take a shower, okay?” She scratched her head. “For some reason, I feel all achy and dirty today.”
David watched her go, heart pounding. How could she possibly not have known what had happened the previous night?
But she didn’t… And that both thrilled him, and filled him with dread.
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