The Sweet Wife (10 page)

Maureen struggled to speak, “Uh, yes, yes. I’ll try…try to make you cum.”

Silvie took a step back, “Fine,” she nodded, “Won’t be long till it be jus like Travis said. You gonna learn to love the smell and taste of Miss Silvie’s cunt.” The men laughed. Silvie leaned close again stroking Maureen’s hair, “I can tell, baby, you gonna be hooked on black. Silvie can always tell. In fact you hooked already. Ain’t that the truth?”

Silvie’s wide mouth was close to hers, the lips, wet and shiny. Maureen felt the desire to press her own against them, to feel their warmth and taste. She closed her eyes and shook her head, “No... it isn’t true. I just came here because of…of Travis. After tonight, I won’t come back, not ever.”

Travis pushed Silvie aside and placed his hand under Maureen’s chin. “Look up here, bitch, and tell me you ain’t ever comin back. Tell me you don’t want my prick in your mouth and in your cunt and up your ass.”

Maureen, still seated on his lap felt his cock twitch under her. In a flash she remembered how it had filled her, how his hot cum had spurted into her. She recalled the scent and taste of it. She remembered how easily she’d given herself to him and how confidently he’d taken her as if she really did belong to him. She asked herself if that’s what she wanted….to belong to this huge, black, brute who seemed to feel nothing for her but lust and disdain. She looked up into his angry face, “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll come to you when you want me.”

Travis slid his hand under her gown to fondle her bare breast. He winked at the men who were staring at them. “And just how is my little white bitch gonna come to her black man?”

At his touch, her nipples stiffened immediately. “Please Travis don’t make me…” she whispered. He pinched her swollen nipple hard. She gasped. “I…I’ll crawl to you and kneel before you.” She paused. “And I’ll and beg,” she said.

He grinned down at her, his contempt was obvious, “And what about the good wife and mother? What about Ms. O’Donnel’s husband and her two fuckin brats?” Again he twisted her nipple.

She squeezed her eyes shut and felt the heat rush down to her crotch. “I can’t help it,” she said. “I don’t want to be like this, but I can’t help it.”

Travis eased up on her nipple and brushed it gently with a long fingernail, “Then you be the black man’s whore, come when he call, do what he says?” He moved his big hand to her other breast and pushed aside the thin material, exposing it. “Look up here and tell the brothers and sisters.”

She blushed with shame. The color traveled from her cheeks to her neck and breasts. All of the men and Silvie were grinning at her, mocking her, enjoying her humiliation.

She tried to look away, but Travis dug his fingernails into her bare breast. She flinched again and turned back to them. “I’ll come to the black man when he wants me, and I’ll do what he tells me to do.” She lowered her eyes, “Like Travis said, I’ll be the black man’s whore,” she whispered.”

Travis removed his hand leaving her breast bare. Quickly she began to pull the gown back over it. “No,” Travis said. “In fact take out your other tit. Put your hands under them and hold them out so the brothers can see what fine nipples you got.”

Reluctantly, Maureen slid the thin straps of her gown from her shoulders and pulled it down until both her breasts were bare. Facing the men, she cupped her breasts as if offering them. Her long pink nipples were swollen and hard.

The skinny man named Ali whistled.
“Damn!” he exclaimed, “her titties is kinda smallish, but like Travis said, she sure got a pair of fine nipples. Don’t think I ever seen better.”

“Yeah,” Silvie said, “nipples like that is sensitive to pleasure and to pain. Don’t take much to stiffen them and don’t take much to make them hurt like hell.”

Sammy stepped closer. “Hey, Trav, how about I suck one?”

Travis grinned, “Yeah, sure. She told us she gonna do what the black man tell her.”

My God, Maureen thought, they are speaking about me as if I’m not here, as if I have no say about my own body. She covered both breasts with her hands. Travis shook his head in mock sadness, “The bitch seems to have a learnin problem.” He laid a heavy hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “You stand up, bitch. You walk over to where Sammy is and sit your ass on the table so he don’t have to bend over. Then you ask him real nice if he will please suck your nipple.”

She turned quickly, ready to protest, but Travis shoved her from his lap and pointed toward Sammy who was in a chair at the far end of the table. She went to him. They laughed as she struggled to seat herself on the table facing Sammy. Looking once more toward Travis and seeing that his face was impassive, she offered her breast to the grinning Sammy. “Please,” she said, having trouble speaking, “will you please suck my nipple?”

Sammy glanced around at the others then back at her, “If I do that for you, whatcha gonna give me?”

“I…I…don’t know...I...,” Maureen stuttered.

“Maybe your gonna spread your legs and ask me to put my finger in your cunt?” he said. Everyone laughed.

Maureen looked back at Travis who nodded. She wanted to scream, to run for the door. Instead she said, “Yes, I’ll ask you.”

Sammy leaned forward and slid his lips over her distended nipple. He sucked hard then swirled his tongue around it. Maureen closed her eyes and fought successfully to keep from groaning aloud. She found herself wishing one of the men would take her other nipple in his mouth. Sammy’s teeth closed down on the base of her nipple, but the pain only excited her more. This time she groaned and everyone heard her. The men looked knowingly at one another. Silvie smiled.

Sammy flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue, then stepped back. He grinned at her. “Now since I done so good, I think you got somethin to ask me?”

Maureen stared down at her hands which were folded in her lap. “Will you put your…your finger in me?”

“Where?” Sammy asked.

“In my…in my…”

“Say it!” Travis yelled.

Still not looking up she spoke in almost a whisper, “Will you put your finger in my...my cunt?”

Sammy waited. After a few moments, she pulled her gown open and spread her legs. Everyone could see the glistening secretions along her slit.

Ali peered closer, “Clean as a whistle. Bet she shaved it this morning, just for us.”

“You do that?” the short fat older man called Ralph asked.

Maureen nodded, “Yes, this morning.”

Sammy held a long middle finger up to her lips. “Kiss it if you want it,” he said. She touched her lips to its tip. He stood back a little so everyone could see and slowly inserted his finger into her. “Oh my!” he exclaimed “it slid right in. She’s wet and slick and her pussy ain’t just warm, it’s fuckin hot!” Everyone laughed again. Slowly he began to move his finger in and out.

Maureen tried to think of other things, of other places, but it was hopeless. Soon her breath was coming quickly. Although she tried not to, she found herself pushing her pelvis toward him.

Silvie moved closer to them. In a loud voice she said, “I wonder what Mrs. O’Donnel’s sweet little kids would say if they could see their mama sittin on a poker table in Riverton gettin finger-fucked by the ugliest man in town.”

“Yeah, and lovin it,” Sammy said.

The men cheered and laughed. Tears quickly came to Maureen’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Sammy withdrew his finger and held it up to her mouth again. “You want more, you know what you got to do.” She closed her eyes trying to picture Billy and Sara hoping a vision of them would give her the strength to say no. Opening her eyes she saw the long black finger wet with her juices. Sammy moved it back away from her. She had to lean forward to kiss it. “Tell me,” Sammy said.

The tears were streaming down her face. She swallowed hard, “Please, put it in me again. Put it in my…in my cunt.”

He stepped back a little more. “Maybe you should lick your cunt juice off it first. What do you think?”

“Yes,” she whispered, “I’ll lick it.”

He bent down holding his finger slightly above the floor, beckoning her with it.

Hating herself, she slid off the table and on her hands and knees lowered her head to take his finger into her mouth. Silvie and the men, except for Travis, formed a tight circle around them. Sammy’s voice was mean, “Clean it good, Mrs. O’Donnel. Suck it!”

She heard his long fingernail click against her teeth and felt it scrape against the roof of her mouth. She almost gagged.

“Now ain’t that a sight!” Silvie cried. “Married white mama on her hands and knees sucking a black man’s dirty finger. We should have a picture!” They all looked up at the low ceiling where a small video camera was recording. Smiling, they nodded to each other.

“That’s enough!” Travis shouted. I don’t want my woman cumin this early in the night. Sammy stood. Maureen rose to her knees and looked at Travis, tears still streaking her flushed cheeks. She started to stand up. Travis shook his head. “Crawl,” he said. Feeling deeply ashamed, she crawled across the length of the floor to him and waited at his feet, her head down. “Look up here,” he said. She lifted her head. “What the fuck you doin crawlin around on this dirty floor in your new expensive gown?

Confused, she began, “You told me…”

“And why you got your bare tits showin? You tryin to get the brothers hot for you or what?” Everyone had caught on and smiled.

Quickly, Maureen rose to her knees and pulled the gown over her breasts. Travis glared at her. “Why was you over there suckin that ugly black man’s finger? That’s disgusting.”

“But you said…”

“Take the position,” he ordered. Obediently, Maureen straightened her back and, placing her hands behind her neck, looked up into his face. He took her purse from the table and handed it to her. “Your lips is all smeared. Fix them.” Quickly, she removed the mirror, the lipstick, and gloss. She placed the mirror on the floor and leaned over trying to steady her hand while she reapplied both. She was startled to realize that the face looking up at her from the mirror was, in spite of or perhaps because of the situation, very pretty and flushed with excitement. When she finished, she put the cosmetics back and rose up to take the position once more. “That’s better,” he said. “I don’t like no sloppy slut mouth. Got to look perfect for your man, ain’t that right?”

“Yes, I want to be pretty for you.”

“Yeah, always look good for your man. Who’s your mouth belong to?”

“You. My mouth belongs to you.”

“And what you gonna do with it?’

“Kiss you. Please, let me kiss you.” Once more, as she said the words, she felt a gush of heat between her legs. She licked her lips and thrust her breasts forward.

“Damn!” Linc cried, “I do believe this woman is so fuckin hot for Trav she do anything!”

Travis allowed himself a slight smile, “That true, Mrs. O’Donnel. You so hot for me you do anything?”

“Yes! Yes I am. You…you excite me.” She lifted her head and leaned toward him. “Anything,” she said.

“Like what?” Silvie asked. “Tell us some stuff you gonna do for brother Travis.”

Not taking her eyes from Travis face, she said, “I’ll crawl to him. On my knees, I’ll suck him, worship his cock. I’ll beg him to…to…fuck me.”

Silvie stepped around to look down at Maureen. “Travis say you got money saved for your kids’ Christmas. Travis tell us you spendin it on them fancy clothes and shoes tryin to look good for him. That true?”

Maureen bowed her head. Why did Silvie keep making her aware of how she’d betrayed her own children. She couldn’t answer. Silvie took a step closer and raised her hand. Immediately Maureen cried out, “Yes, it’s true.”

“Any of your kids’ money left?” Silvie asked.

Maureen glanced at Travis hoping he would intervene. He shook his head. The thought of what she had done here, and was doing and saying, made her wonder if she’d been drugged or was losing her mind. Somehow, she’d allowed herself to come under the complete control of this gross black stranger. She determined to fight against it. She looked up at Silvie, “There’s some money left. I’m not going to spend it. What I’ve done is wrong…I know it’s terribly wrong. I love my kids, love them with all my heart.” She turned to Travis, “When I get home I’m going find a way to replace what I took.”

Travis stood and unzipped his fly. He stepped up to her and roughly taking her head in his hands pushed her face into his open crotch. “Smell it,” he said. The strong, musky male sweat scent made her dizzy. She took deep breaths inhaling him. The night he came to her house reeled off in her head like a movie. Tiny rivers of tingling heat flowed down to her vagina. Everyone heard her muffled groan. Travis pushed her away and zipped up his fly. He looked down at her. “I’m tired of hearin about your fuckin kids and the fuckin Christmas money. You ain’t puttin nothin back. That right?”

Her breathing came fast. It was several moments before she could speak. She leaned forward placing her hands on his thighs. Looking up, she said, “I won’t. I won’t put the money back.”

“You gonna take what’s left and buy some new sexy stuff that I tell you to buy. That right?”

Still on her knees she stared into his hard black eyes, “I’ll take what’s left and buy what you tell me to. I promise.”

Silvie looked at her scornfully, “You want this big black mean bastard that much?’

Maureen nodded, the tears welled up again and ran down her cheeks, “Yes. I wish more than anything it wasn’t so, but I want to be his. I want to belong to him.”

Travis jerked his thumb toward the kitchen, “Get up,” he said. “Go with Silvie, she’ll tell you what to do. We got a game goin here and want some eats and beer.”

Chapter Four

The two women made sandwiches which they put on a tray along with five open bottles of Budweiser. Silvie directed Maureen to carry the loaded tray into the dining room. The men were engrossed in their poker game. Maureen stopped next to Travis. He took a sandwich and a beer. Without looking at her, he announced, “You brothers can feel her up if you want, kiss her. Kissin black guys turns her on. Tell her to sit on your lap and play with your dick. Just don’t fingerfuck her.” Still not looking at her, he ran his hand over her ass, “Ain’t I right, babe? The boys here can do what they want?”