The Lisa Series

by Charles Arnold

  “Yes, I think he does.” I could see her reach out and take his hand. She brought it to her face. He slid one of his fingers between her lips. She groaned, and began to squirm, pressing her cunt harder into my mouth. Her own secretions and Silk’s cum were making me swallow rapidly. I kept sucking at her cunt and licking her. Suddenly she had another orgasm, which flooded my mouth with her juices and his.

  Exhausted, she lifted her leg over me. She put her arms around Silk and together they lay back on the bed. She began to kiss his neck, soft quick kisses, then lifting on one elbow, she looked down at him, “Thank you, honey, “ she said, drawing her fingers gently along his cheek. Her body jerked as if she were having another small orgasm, “Oh, God you make me hot! No one makes me cum like you do!” She leaned down to kiss him hard and moaned with pleasure. When she lifted her head, she squirmed against him. “Oh, I love it, love the way you fuck me.” She dipped her head and licked his grinning lips. “Thank you,” she repeated, “whatever you want, just tell me and I’ll do it.”

  Silk pushed himself back to sit against the headboard. “Hey Billy boy, did you like how I tasted?” Silk chided. I didn’t answer. Lisa lifted his hand to her breast. Silk began to roll her nipple between his thumb and index finger. I had left the bed and stood at its foot, looking down at them. My cock stuck straight out. It was dark red and painfully swollen. Silk looked at it and laughed. “Poor, Billy boy. I still ain’t let him get off.” He said something to Lisa.

  She nodded and turned to face me. “My husband decided that he’ll let you cum, but only after you do me the way I did him earlier tonight.” She wiggled her tiny toes.

  “It’s a way of showin us respect,” Silk sneered. “A way of showin you respect our marriage. Suck her little toes, Billy, to show you ain’t got no hard feelings, just a hard cock.” He laughed. “You ought to be grateful, Billy. I’m letting you suck my wife’s pretty little toes.”

  I crawled back on the bed and knelt at her feet. She lifted one foot and placed it on my chest. “Do it,” Silk laughed. “Give us your blessing, Billy.” I held her foot and bent my head over it. One by one I sucked her toes and licked between them. “That’s nice, Billy I never would have guessed how good it feels,” she said. She turned her head to kiss Silk. “I’ll have to do it for you more often,” she whispered close to his ear but loud enough for me to hear.

  “Maybe after we sleep, you can wake me up like that?” he said.

  “Maybe I will,” she said.

  I took her other foot and sucked each toe. They were perfectly formed and smooth. The whiteness of her little toes contrasted with the bright red polish on her nails. Her hand closed around Silk’s limp prick. “Later,” Silk said. “We have all morning tomorrow.”

  Abruptly, Lisa lowered her foot. As she did so, her toes brushed against my cock. It jerked as if she had jabbed it with a hot wire. I tried to suppress a groan but couldn’t. Silk laughed again. “All right, Billy,” he said. “Get up now. Stand at attention at the end of the bed so we can see you. When Lisa tells you it’s okay, you can start jerkin yourself off. We’ll count to ten. If you ain’t cum by then, you’ll just have to cum when you get home.” He pulled Lisa closer to him, “Ain’t that right, babe?

  She raised her head to kiss his cheek, “That’s right, honey,” she said. “I hope he comes quick.” She parted her lips and lightly pressed them against his. She lifted up and looked into his eyes, “I want us to be alone,” she whispered.“I want you to do things to me and tell me to do things that will make you hard again.”

  Lisa seemed to have become a person I had never known. I wondered if perhaps she’d been drugged or hypnotized. But I’d been with her all night. A split personality? Maybe she was right. Maybe Frank and Silk had led her to discover what she truly needed? She probably realized who she was in that moment when she said that she was more Silk’s wife than mine. Maybe this Lisa was the real one and the Lisa I had married was someone she thought she had to be?

  I should have cursed them both and walked out. Instead, I did what Silk told me to do. I stood at the foot of the bed waiting for Lisa to give me permission to masturbate. They glanced and each other, then looked at me. “Do it,” she said. They began counting. When they reached ‘five’, I spurted cum all over the bottom of the bed sheet. Jets of cum kept shooting out of my engorged prick soaking the sheet. “That’s it, Billy boy!” Silk shouted. “You look like a fuckin Roman candle on the Fourth of July!” he laughed. Lisa looked sad for a moment, but then smiled as Silk turned toward her. “Old Silk’s bride is tired, and so is old Silk. Should we send him home, Lisa?’

  “Yes, honey,” she said, and closing her eyes, snuggled against him, “Send him home. We need a little bit of rest.”

  “Cover us up with the blanket, Billy, then let yourself out,” Silk pulled her closer.

  I looked down at them. She had her arm over his bony chest. His arm was under her neck so that her cheek rested on his shoulder. Her breast pressed against his rib cage. Her right leg was across his. I noticed that her pretty toes were still wet where I had sucked them. I worried for a moment that in moving around during the night one of his long, ragged toenails might scratch her foot or leg. He put a hand on her pussy. She smiled again, her eyes still closed, and murmured something I couldn’t quite hear. It sounded like, “I need you.”

  I drew the blanket up over them. I turned off the lights, and went out into the street. The rain had stopped. There was a pink glow in the east under a dark cloud edge.

  Chapter Eight

  The Contract

  Ten days later I got a call from Frank. He wanted to know if I still agreed to divorce Lisa. “It’s what she wants, Billy,” he said, “and things will be much better for her that way.” I told him I hadn’t changed my mind. I loved her now more than ever, but I wanted what was best for her. “That’s good, Billy. You’re doing the right thing. And after what you saw that night at Silk’s there ain’t nothing else you can do.” He paused.

  “When do I sign the papers?” I asked.

  “Sunday. Next Sunday. That’s when the...the...uh...transaction takes place.”

  “You mean signing the divorce papers?”

  “Yeah, that’s a part of it.”

  I felt a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. “What’s the rest of it?”

  “You gotta understand Billy, Lisa has decided. There ain’t no going back even if she wants to. Maybe on Sunday they will give her one more chance to change her mind, but it’s pretty much a done deal.”

  “What’s a done deal?”

  “The rich ragheads from Kuwait are here with a bundle of money. They’re looking to buy.”

  “Buy what?”

  “Lots of stuff but mostly a woman.”

  “Lisa?”

  “Billy, you are so fucking dumb. What do you think this has been about?”

  “You bastard! You can’t do that. I’ll call the cops, the FBI. There’s no way you’re...”

  “Shut up, Billy!” Frank yelled. “You calm down and listen to what I’m saying. In the first place, Lisa agreed two weeks ago as soon as she came back from Silk’s. She signed an agreement. That’s when I told the lawyers to come over and have a look.”

  “But goddamn it, Frank, you can’t...”

  “I can,” he interrupted, “and if they buy, I sell. Now, think about this, Billy boy. I got a video tape of you strapped belly to belly with your wife while that fat Afghan bitch is whipping her. Your stiff dick is sticking out between your wife’s legs and shooting big gobs of cum into the camera lens. Maybe the cops and the FBI would like a copy of that? Maybe I could send a copy to Lisa’s sister? Are your mother and dad still living? I bet they must be pretty old. Either of them got a heart condition? They got a VCR?”

  “You sonofabitch!”

  “Yeah, well, you’re in this as much as anyone, so you just got to go along, right?” When I didn’t answer, he continued. “Besides, it ain’t exactly a sale. It’s more like a
lease. If they like what they see, she signs a one year contract. After a year they can renew the lease or resell her, but only if she agrees. At that time, she has the option to get out, come home, do whatever the hell she wants.”

  “You say it’s for a year?”

  “Yeah, no longer unless she wants to stay.”

  “Lisa agreed to all of this?”

  “Yeah, only she ain’t so sure now, but I think it’s too late. We ain’t dealing with no local hoods. These guys don’t need to bomb no Federal Buildings. They could fucking buy them. After them making this trip if I got nothing to sell, they could very easily have you, and me, and Silk, and little Lisa cut up in small pieces and fed to their fucking camels. We could all end up as camel shit, Billy, and that ain’t no exaggeration.”

  “But Lisa...?”

  “She just has to do like she’s told.”

  “If she doesn’t?”

  “Bad, Billy, very bad. These guys play hardball. I mean hard ball.”

  “If...if they buy her?”

  “She’s theirs for a year. If they want her, I get seven hundred and fifty thousand. The same amount goes into an account for her so she will have a nice little nest egg when her year is up.”

  “Frank,” I said, “there’s no way out of this?”

  “No way out, Billy, unless at the last minute they let her out. A couple of weeks ago she could have said, ‘no’ and left. But she didn’t.” I knew that, for once, Frank wasn’t trying to con me. “You just come on Sunday and behave yourself. If you fuck this up, your little Lisa is chopped liver and so are you.”

  It was awhile before I could answer. “I’ll do as you say.”

  “Good. Silk will pick you up at your place around noon. If you have a suit and tie, wear them.”

  Sunday was cold and gray. I stood at the window of our apartment wearing my only suit, an old white shirt, and an even older tie. In our closet, undisturbed for the past two months, hung the clothes Lisa had worn before this nightmare began: paint spattered jeans, a couple of oversized sweatshirts, a few skirts and blouses, a simple black dress, a pair of scuffed penny loafers and a pair of Nike running shoes, two pairs of sensible heels, a winter coat and a red wool jacket. I had kneeled in her closet for several minutes, touching her things, holding the dresses up to my face, crying.

  At noon a long black limousine stopped in front of the apartment. Silk opened the back door, stuck his head out, and motioned for me to come down. Silk, too, wore a suit, but his was new. Of all the men who had abused Lisa, I hated him the most. He knew this and grinned as I slid in beside him. “Billy, I think we got us a deal,” he chuckled. “I mean old Frank got himself a deal, but I’ll get a nice piece of it.”

  I wanted to kill him. “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “Not sure. Out on the Island, I think. North Shore, one of them big estates. They took Lisa out yesterday and been gettin her ready.”

  “Who’s getting her ready?”

  “A couple of Arabs and some professionals Frank hired.”He leaned back and smiled. “We had your old friend Arisha over at Frank’s three nights last week.”

  I felt sick. “What for?”

  “What do you think, Billy boy? What do you think? It’s been a busy two weeks for your wife.” He shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t like to see her go. Havin little Lisa around was like drivin a Mercedes after a lifetime of broken down Ford Escorts.” He sighed and shook his head. “That morning when you left us we slept till the middle of the afternoon. You know how she woke me up, Billy?” He nudged me, a wide smile revealed the stubs of his yellow teeth. “She had my dick in her mouth. I swear Billy, your wife’s got the hottest mouth on the fuckin planet. You say she never sucked you off?’

  “No, we didn’t do that.”

  “You don’t know what you missed, Billy boy. With her lovin my dick like that, I started to get a hard on. I like to watch her, so I threw the sheet that was coverin us on the floor. She looked up at me and kept lookin up at me until I came in her mouth. Then she said ‘thank you’ and called me her husband. Now ain’t that a pisser?”

  “You’re a filthy perverted bastard,” I said.

  “Maybe so, Billy, but it was your wife’s hot mouth goin down on my prick.” He leaned back and closed his eyes. “Ahh, I like the feel of that, and I like watchin her. That pretty mouth, them wet lips.” He reached down to fondle his cock. “Believe me, Billy, that morning she wasn’t just suckin my prick, she was goddamn lovin it.”

  We crossed the Sixty-ninth Street Bridge and picked up the Expressway. It was ten minutes before Silk spoke again. “After awhile she got me real hard again and I fucked her ass. She wanted me to fuck her cunt, but she’s got so she likes her ass fucked almost as much. I like to watch that too, you know...watch my prick slid into your wife’s tight little asshole. She was hot and wanted to get herself off, but I didn’t let her cum.” He glanced at my crotch and laughed. “Hey, Billy, I see my story’s givin you a stiff dick.”I felt the color rise to my face. “You want to hear the rest?” he taunted.

  I knew I should have said ‘no’. Instead, I nodded. “Well,” he continued, “after I came in her ass she wanted to get cleaned up, wanted to take a shower. We both went into the bathroom. I like to see her pee. She don’t like for me to watch, but I made her do it. When she was done, I made her lay down in the tub, naked. She’s so damn small but that tight little body’s perfect, you know. She got that tiny waist, and them titties was stickin straight up. She looked scared. I climbed in the tub and stood over her. I told her she was gonna watch me pee. She was gonna get a shower, a golden shower.” He nudged me with his elbow and laughed. “I’d been drinkin beer all night so my bladder was ready to bust. She started yellin and was tryin to get out of the tub. I held her down with my foot and asked her whose woman she was. She got quiet, you know, like she does. Finally, she said she was my woman. I told her again about the golden shower. She didn’t say nothin. She just laid there, real scared, lookin up at me, hoping I wouldn’t do it”

  “Shut up,” I said. “I don’t want to hear anymore.”

  We drove in silence for a few minutes. “You sure, Billy?” Silk grinned across at me. I didn’t answer. “Try to see the picture, Billy,” he began again. “Here was your little wife all naked laying in my stained old tub and me there, one foot on each side of her waist, wavin my limp prick at her. She was wet between the legs, Billy, and her nipples was pointin straight up. So, Billy, I pissed all over your pretty wife.”

  “She...she...didn’t...” I stammered.

  “Drink my piss? No she kept her mouth closed tight. I could have made her open it, but I didn’t. But, goddamn, she sure got a fuckin shower. Yellow piss, Billy, must of been a gallon of it splashin all over her titties and belly and runnin down into her shaved cunt. I even pissed on her face and her hair. She shut her eyes and squirmed around, but there wasn’t nothin she could do.” We sat in silence for several minutes. Silk had leaned back and closed his eyes. He sighed, “Ahh, yeah, Billy, that was a real treat, pissin all over your wife’s pretty face and watching how fuckin hard her nipples was getting while I did it.”

  The limousine swung off the Expressway and then turned onto a narrow, winding road, which I guessed was taking us north toward Long Island Sound. “I don’t think it’s too much further,” Silk commented. “I’ll tell you the rest of the story.” He shifted in his seat, getting comfortable. “Frank was sending Dooley over to pick us up. Me and Lisa, we ain’t had no breakfast yet. Lisa was really begging me to let her take a real shower now, but I wouldn’t. And I wouldn’t let her dry herself.”

  “Goddamn you Silk,” I said.

  “Yeah, well, I see your prick is almost bustin out of your pants,” he answered. “I made her put on one of them see-through white blouses she has, and a short skirt, and the heels. Jesus, Billy, she was still soakin wet so the blouse stuck right to her body. You could see her titties like they was bare. Dooley was right on time. We let Lisa wear
a raincoat cause it was cold out. When I told Dooley to stop at the Pancake House for lunch, Lisa got upset and started to bawl. But she knows who’s boss, so in we go. It was crowded. I picked us a table right in the middle. You should of seen the people who was havin their Sunday lunch when they got a load of this good lookin young woman between big black Dooley and old Silk.”

  He leaned back again and shook his head, remembering. “I made her take off the raincoat. She sure didn’t want to do that but, finally, she took it off. There she was wearin this blouse, like in a wet tee shirt contest. It was plastered against her tits and her nipples was almost pokin holes in it. Then the people near us started to sniff like they smelled something bad, which they did. It was old Silk’s beer piss. When the waitress come to our table, her face got as red as a fuckin tomato. She couldn’t take the order fast enough. Before she come back, Dooley had his hand under the table and was finger fucking little Lisa.” He laughed. “You ever finger fuck your wife in a restaurant, Billy?”

  “No, you bastard,” I said.

  “Shit, Billy, you don’t know how to treat a woman like her. Well, Dooley, he’s good. He got what they call a ‘slow hand’. He knows how to keep a woman on the edge of cumin for a long, long time. That’s the way it was all through lunch. Lisa’s blouse stickin to her tits, her nipples stickin out, and by now it’s known to everyone around us that she’s gettin finger fucked by the bald black stud sittin next to her. She couldn’t eat nothin. She just sits there with her head down. But she can’t help makin these little noises when Dooley gets her almost ready to cum.”

  He didn’t say anything for several minutes. Finally, I asked, “Did she...did she.”

  “Cum?” he answered. “Yeah, just before we left, Dooley let her get off. She grabbed the edge of the table and you could see under it, how she was pushin against his hand. She was bitin her lip and moanin. Them folks around us will be talkin about that lunch for the rest of their fuckin lives.” He was quiet for a few minutes. He had closed his eyes and leaned back. “When we left, Billy,” he began again, his eyes still shut, “I didn’t let her put on the raincoat till we was outside. I told her to stand straight and walk with her head up. She was still breathin hard cause she’d just cum. That pee soaked blouse stickin to her nice titties and them long nipples pushin out...you know how they get, Billy.” He sighed, “Ah, that was some fuckin sight.”