A Husband Catches His Slut Wife Screwing A Dwarf free porn video

I am a rep for a hardware wholesaler and my territory
is a large and mainly rural area. I travel about half
my time but manage to make it home every weekend.

I stopped for lunch on my way to see my next client. I
wasn’t feeling well and tried to get some soup into me
but was having trouble getting it down. One minute I
would feel hot and sweaty, the next as if a wind
straight from the North Pole was blowing right through
me. And to make matters worse I was sitting next to a
table with some jerk bragging about some broad he was
banging.

It was my own fault for coming in. I knew the guy was
in here; I saw his bright red Caddy convertible parked
out front. The guy himself wasn’t hard to recognize
either – he only stands about three feet high. I had
often wondered how he reached the pedals of his car.

“Yes, she’s a real goer!” I heard him say to the guy
sharing the table with him. “She’ll do anything I ask,
she’s a real slut. She gobbles up my dick whenever I
ask and just loves it up the ass.”

I tried to ignore the demented ravings of this lunatic
and concentrate on my lunch, but his piercing voice
just wouldn’t stay out of my head.

“She’s a real good looker too. Tall and well built;
tits you wouldn’t believe. Married too. I don’t know
what her dork of a husband’s like, but he obviously
isn’t feeding her enough dick.”

I changed tables, moving as far away as I could.
Unfortunately the room wasn’t that big and he had one
of those voices that carried.

“I take her out to my favorite strip club. She likes to
take her clothes off and dance and let guys feel her
up. She’s really keen on one of the other strippers,
too. You should see them going at it. It sure makes my
dick hard.”

I managed to close my mind to the filthy monologue for
a few minutes and ate some of the soup. I suspected his
experiences were just pure fantasy. My attempt at not
listening didn’t last long.

“…and when I said to her, ‘Baby, I want you to suck
both of us off,’ she started drooling! Actual drool
down her chin. Before either Harry or I had even got
our dicks out. Next time you’re in town, look me up.
I’ll have her suck you…”

I’d had enough. I got up and paid for my mainly
untouched soup and left.

“…and I’ve got some nude pictures of her if you guys
want to…”

The other men in the cafe were gathering around the
dwarf’s table as the door closed behind me.

By the time I got another twenty miles down the road I
was really suffering. I called my next stop and told
them I wouldn’t be coming, and headed the ninety miles
back to the city. How I made it I’ll never know; I
don’t remember half the trip. It was dark by the time I
got home. I knew my darling wife Leanne would put me to
bed and make me feel better.

* * *

I drove into the garage behind the house and just sat
in the car for a while, hoping Leanne would notice I
was home and help me out of the car as waves of heat
and cold alternately passed over me. After they stopped
I got myself out.

I left the garage and walked the short distance between
the garage and the back of the house to the back door.
Loud rock music was coming from the downstairs bedroom
we used as a family room. Leanne didn’t normally listen
to that type of music so I peeked through the tall
bushes and into the window to see what she was doing.
Since the room’s window faces the garage wall we had
never got around to putting curtains in.

What I saw froze my heart. Leanne was sitting, naked,
on the floor, her hands behind her for support, her
legs slightly bent and apart, and her long, light brown
hair hanging on the floor behind her. That is, naked
except for a frilly red garter belt, sheer stockings
and red high heels. I didn’t even now she owned a
garter belt. And those shoes! They had ankle straps and
must have had at least five inch heels. Her other
clothes were strewn all over the floor. The dwarf from
the restaurant was straddling her stomach, his short,
bandy legs barely reaching around her.

The dirty pervert was still wearing his undershirt and
his socks. He was rubbing some sort of long stick on
her breasts. It took me a while to realize it was his
cock. It was huge, ten to twelve inches long, and
thick. It would have looked big on an ordinary man, On
him it looked gigantean.

One of the smaller windows was open so I could just
made out what was being said.

“Come on Arnie,” I heard Leanne say. “Put it in my
mouth. I want to suck your fuck stick.” With her right
hand she wiped some spittle off her chin.

I was flabbergasted. My wife never swears; she hardly
ever says “damn”. To hear her use language like that
was too much for me. I had to leave.

I couldn’t tear myself away.

The dwarf rubbed the head of his cock on my wife’s face
and around her lips, smearing the bright red lipstick.
She had her mouth open and her tongue out trying to
catch it. When she couldn’t, she put her head back and
laughed.

“Come on, Arnie, stop teasing and let me taste it.”

I watched in amazement as my modest and virtuous wife
sucked and slurped on his large cock. Once when I had
suggested she put my penis in her mouth she called me a
dirty pervert and slept in the spare bedroom for three
days.

I was only a couple of yards or so from them and could
see everything. The dwarf had reached down and was
pulling on one of her nipples.

“That’s right, baby, suck on that monster. Do it right
and I’ll give you a drink of my cum. Would you like
that?”

To my horror I saw her nod and redouble her efforts on
his big root.

“Oh, baby,” he continued, “you’re the best cocksucker I
ever met. You like sucking on my dick? Does it turn you
on?’

Again she nodded.

I leaned over and threw up. I couldn’t watch any
longer. But some horrid fascination made me stay. When
I looked through the window again, the dwarf was
handing my wife a bottle of Jack Daniels. She put the
bottle to her lips and took a couple of gulps. I have
never seen Leanne drink more than one glass of wine. I
don’t even keep any liquor in the house. Now she was
drinking whiskey straight out of the bottle. She passed
the bottle back to the dwarf who drank from it, too,
before putting it on a nearby table.

Leanne lay down on her back with her knees up, rubbing
herself between the legs. The dwarf straddled her head
and rubbed his big, hairy balls all over her face. He
stopped them directly over her mouth. She opened up and
sucked them in.

“Oh, baby. Suck those nuts. Hum for me. Make my dick
harder than it is.”

She hummed for him. My beautiful, young wife was on her
back sucking on the balls of a midget and humming.
While getting the hum job, the dwarf grabbed the bottle
from the table and had another drink from it.

Having had enough of the hum job the dwarf scooted down
and placed his cock between Leanne’s large breasts. She
pushed them up and wrapped them around his cock.

“Ah, baby. You’ve got the best tits for fucking I’ve
ever known. You’re a real hot cunt, you know?” He said
as he moved back and forth.

“Oh, Arnie,” she responded, “shoot your cum all over my
face. Right in my mouth.” She opened her mouth and
obscenely stuck out her tongue.

“Not yet, baby. I want you to do something else for me.
Come on. You know what I like.”

“Please, Arnie,” I heard her say, her fingers busy
between her legs. “Fuck me. Stick that dick right up my
cunt. Fuck me good. I need to feel your big cock up my
cunt.”

I still couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Yeah, baby, I’ll fuck you all right. But you got to do
this first.”

I wanted to go. Morbid fascination made me stay. I
watched the dwarf hop off of Leanne and, after grabbing
the bottle from the table, hobble over to my easy
chair. Scrambling up it, he turned around and waited
for her, his hard-on sticking out obscenely.

My wife crawled over to him on her hands and knees, her
breasts swaying as she went. Saliva dribbled down her
chin. She had a lustful gleam in her blue-grey eyes and
she growled softly. It wasn’t until then that I noticed
the loud music was no longer playing.

As she approached him he stuck one of his feet towards
her. Taking the toe of his sock between her teeth she
slowly pulled it off. Then she licked his toes while
the dirty little pervert cooed with glee, taking the
occasional drink from the bottle. The procedure was
repeated on his other foot. I threw up again.

By the time I had finished puking she had is cock in
her mouth again. Still on her hands and knees she
slowly rocked back and forth, her breasts swinging with
her movements. I watched as she took more and more of
his long penis into her mouth.

The dwarf encouraged her with words like, “that’s
right, baby, eat it all,” and “take it right down your
throat,” and “your the best cocksucker around”. After
about a minute of trying, she finally had his entire
length in her mouth. I couldn’t see how she did it, how
she didn’t choke.

Five or six times she went down until her lips touched
his pubic hair, then moved back until only the tip of
the penis was in her mouth. She would look up at him at
these times and, licking his knob, smile, repeatedly
asking if he liked what she was doing.

At this time I seemed to be in the room with the two,
as if I had somehow flowed through the window glass.
Another polar wind blew through my hot and sweaty body.
Nothing seemed real, except what I was watching.

The dwarf had rolled onto his back on the seat of the
chair and had his deformed legs up in the air. Leanne
had moved closer and, holding his cock out of the way
with her hand, was licking his balls. He was going
crazy, yelling, “Lower, lower!”

To my horror, she went lower. Now holding his over-
sized testicles out of the way she ran her tongue up
and down the crack of the dwarf’s ass. With his hands
he spread his ass cheeks apart and she stuck her tongue
into his ass hole.

I’ve been married to this woman for six years, I
thought. This woman teaches Sunday School. How can she
do this? How could I not have know she is really a
dirty whore?

“Oh, baby, suck my ass, french my asshole!” screamed
the dwarf. “Stick your tongue all the way in. Taste my
shit. Oh, it feels so good. Oh, baby, you’re the best.”

I was appalled. In contrast, my wife loved it, forcing
her tongue up his rectum as far as she could, moaning
with lust the entire time. The dwarf continued to
encourage her in her filthy job until she finally
rolled onto her back. She raised her legs to her chest
and spread them, rubbing her cunt lasciviously.

“Come on, Arnie, you promised to fuck me. Stick your
dick in my fuck hole. I need it badly. You promised.
Fuck me. Make me come.” She was delirious with desire.

The dwarf jumped off my chair. “Here I come, baby,” he
said, waddling towards her. “Open those legs wide for
the fuck of your life.” With that, he put the tip of
his penis on my wife’s vagina and shoved it into her.

After watching everything that had previously happened,
Leanne’s reaction still surprised and shocked me. As
the dwarf plowed away at her, she bucked and moaned and
yelled out obscene things, screaming at him to fuck her
harder. His cock was so long he couldn’t get the entire
thing into her; at least two inches remained out of her
pussy with each of his down strokes. I watched with
dismay as the dirty whore came, thrashing about on the
floor.

With her orgasm finished, the dwarf told her to get up
on her hands and knees. With her ass pointed at him he
entered her from behind, doggy style. Leanne’s hanging
breasts, their nipples hard as rocks, bounced as he
thrust into her. Her second orgasm racked her body
shortly afterwards.

“Ok, baby,” the dwarf said, “you know what comes next.”

“Oh, yes, Arnie,” she begged. “Do it. Do it hard. Fuck
me in the ass!”

“Hold still, then,” The dwarf warned, “if you want my
dick up your shit hole.”

“Oh, yes,” my whore-wife said, still bouncing with
anticipation. “In my shit hole. In my shit hole.”

The dwarf smacked her hard across the ass. “Hold still,
then!” he commanded.

Leanne held still. The dwarf positioned his enormous
cock against the entrance to her bowels. Slowly he
pushed it into her while she implored him to go deeper.
With very few pauses, the dwarf slid his entire penis
up my wife’s ass.

He fucked her ass with vigor, his balls bouncing on her
pussy. When he thrust in, she pushed back, making sure
every inch of his cock got into her. She said all sorts
of filthy things about how she loved a big dick up her
ass as he fucked her. After five minutes of this his
face started to contort.

“Quick, I’m ready. I’m going to come.”

When he said this, Leanne quickly spun around. Grabbing
the base of his cock, she put the dirty thing in her
mouth and pumped it with her hand. It didn’t take long
before he erupted. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he
sprayed his cum all over her face. The first stream hit
her between the eyes. The rest squirted on her nose and
cheeks, and in her open mouth. It dripped off her chin.

“Oh, baby,” he said, still squeezing cum on her face,
“you’re the hottest cunt I’ve ever fucked. You’re the
best.”

Leanne rolled over onto her back. Her legs were facing
the window so I watched her finger her pussy as the
dwarf got dressed.

“Sorry, I’ve got to go,” he said to her. “Business, you
know.” Before he left he took a twenty dollar note from
his wallet and threw it down on her recumbent body.
“Here,” he said, “buy something nice for yourself.”
With that, he picked up the half full bottle of Jack
Daniels and left.

My wife ignored the money and continued to finger
herself until she had another orgasm.

* * *

I must have returned to the car after that because the
next thing I remember was Leanne gently shaking me.
“Please, Gerry, wake up!” I heard from about one
hundred miles away. Slowly I regained consciousness.
Leanne was shaking me. I looked up into her lovely,
caring face. Then I remembered the dwarf.

“Come on, Gerry, I’ll get you into the house and get
you cleaned up. You’re so hot! I’ll get you straight to
bed.”

I looked up at her. She was so beautiful and such a
good wife. I tried not to remember what I had seen, but
couldn’t. There were tears in my eyes. I knew what she
was, now.

I looked down at myself. My suit was covered in vomit.
I was so cold I shivered. I knew I was not well and
would have to depend on this woman a little longer. She
helped me out of the car and into the house.
Struggling, she got me up the stairs and into the
bathroom where she stripped my clothes off and wiped me
with a warm rag. I just couldn’t believe this warm and
tender person was the same whore I had seen earlier
tonight.

“I only found you because I was looking for the cat. I
noticed the back end of the car sticking out of the
garage. How long have you been there?” she asked.

“I got here just after dark,” I said. I noticed the
startled look on her face but she quickly covered it
up. “I was too weak to get out of the car,” I lied.

“That was three hours ago,” she said. “You poor
darling. Here’s your pyjamas. I’ll help you get them
on.”

She put me to bed and took my temperature. When the
thermometer showed my temperature was 104�F, it
frightened her a bit. While she went to call the
doctor, I lay in bed, the room spinning around me.
Freezing cold spells were followed by hot sweats.
Leanne returned to tell me she couldn’t reach the
doctor but his wife advised I take some aspirin and
drink plenty of water. I took the pills proffered by
Leanne and swallowed them with the water. She wiped my
hot forehead with a cool rag and told me she’d sleep in
the spare room so she wouldn’t bother me.

I wanted to mention what I had seen but couldn’t bring
myself to do it. I watched, a great sadness
overwhelming me, as Leanne left the room.

* * *

The room continued to spin around me and the hot and
cold flushes got no better. I was surprised when Leanne
came back into the room. She sat down in the chair
beside me, tears in her eyes.

“Gerry,” she said, quietly. “I am so sorry. I know what
you saw tonight. I never meant to hurt you. Please
believe that.”

I looked up at her. I didn’t want to talk about it but
I heard myself say, “How did it happen? How did you
ever meet that creep?”

“He’s not a creep!” she said, defensively. Then,
realising her position, she became more contrite. “It’s
a long story. I realize that you’re not well and would
rather not hear this right now, but Reverend Walters
says confession is good for the soul.

“One night, about six months ago, three of the girls at
the office asked me to go to have a drink with them.
You were up north so I figured it wouldn’t hurt
anything. Three hours later, with hardly anything to
eat, they talked me into going to a night-club with
them. I knew I shouldn’t, but I was a bit lonely and
had had a few too many drinks.

“We got to the night-club, had a few more drinks and
watched the people dancing. I was approached by more
than one man who asked me to dance but I turned them
all down. At the bar, sitting on a stool, we noticed a
dwarf. He looked at us and the girls were making jokes
about him. Then he approached us, introduced himself
and asked me to dance. The other girls thought this was
a great joke and cajoled me into accepting his offer.
We danced to a couple of songs and I returned to my
table. The girls were howling with laughter.

“Soon after I had to go to the ladies. When I was
returning to the table, Arnie approached me again. He
was upset. He said he knew we were making fun of him.
You know I don’t like people who make fun of others and
felt ashamed of my behavior. He said I could make it up
to him by going out with him the next night. I told him
I was married and couldn’t but he called me a cold
hearted bitch like the others and wished he had never
danced with me.

“Taken aback by his harsh words, and because I was
probably a bit drunk, without thinking I agreed to go
out with him and gave him my name and address. I knew I
shouldn’t have, but it just came out. He said he’d see
me tomorrow night and left. When I got back to the
table the others wanted to know what he said to me. I
told them he asked me for a date. This brought more
peals of laughter which made me angry. I told them they
shouldn’t be so cruel. We all left shortly after.

“The next day I had a hangover and didn’t feel well at
all. I still made it to work where the girls I’d been
out with teased me about upcoming my date. I lied and
told them I’d given the dwarf a phony name, too
embarrassed to tell them the truth. The kidded me about
it all day.

“That night I had dinner and got ready for a night of
watching TV. I was sure Arnie would not show up. At
seven thirty the doorbell rang. I froze with fear. I
went to the door, turned the outside light on and
looked out the peephole. There was no one there.
Suddenly there was a rap at the door. I jumped. I still
could not see anyone out the peephole so I opened the
door a crack.

“Outside stood Arnie. He had a bunch of flowers in his
hand. He asked if I was ready. I told him through the
crack that I couldn’t possibly go out with him. He got
angry and started calling me names so I shut the door
on him. I was shaking but thought that he would leave.
As I was looking through the peephole to see if he’d
gone, I heard a voice behind me. I had forgotten the
back door wasn’t locked.

“He berated me for breaking my promise. I felt awful.
You know I pride myself in keeping promises, so I
finally relented. I figured one date would not hurt
anything, my obligation would be finished and I’d never
see him again.

“I went upstairs to change. I put on a tweed skirt, a
cardigan over a white cotton blouse, and flat shoes.
When I came down, Arnie got angry with me, saying he
wouldn’t go out with his mother dressed like that. He
insisted I put something on a bit sexier so he wouldn’t
be embarrassed in front of his friends, and to wear
some make-up. I went back upstairs and changed again.

“This time I wore a short skirt, silk blouse and higher
heels. I also put on some lipstick and eye make-up.
When I came down for the second time, Arnie was sitting
on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey. He
said that was better. Then he shocked me by asking if I
had stockings and a garter belt instead of the panty
hose I was wearing. I suddenly realized that, because
he was so short, he could see quite a way up my skirt.

Holding my hands in front of me and pressing the skirt
to my legs to block his view, I told him I didn’t. He
then ordered me to remove the panty hose and go bare
legged. I seemed to be in his control so I obeyed. As I
walked back up the stairs, I could feel his eyes on me,
looking up my skirt. For some reason, I don’t know why,
it thrilled me a bit and I didn’t make any attempt to
cover myself. On my way up he told me to lose the bra,
too.

“I came back down, without panty hose and braless. This
seemed to please Arnie and, for some strange reason I
can’t explain, pleased me, too.”

By this time in her story, I noticed Leanne was
stroking the inside of her thighs. I suddenly realized
the story was turning her on.

“We went out to his car,” she continued, “And got in.
We went to a small bar where he seemed to know
everybody and we had a couple of drinks. He introduced
me to everyone as his new girlfriend. This shocked me a
bit but the alcohol had loosened my inhibitions enough
so I just smiled and nodded.

“After a few hours and more drinks than I should have
had – nervousness I suppose – we got back in his car. I
thought he was taking me home but, instead, he took me
to a strip club. At first I refused to go in with him
but he insisted and I felt my resolve crumble. When we
entered there was a woman dancing on stage. She was
completely naked, flaunting her body at all the men
watching her. Much to my dismay, Arnie took me right to
the front by the stage and we sat down. The girl came
dancing towards us, squatted down right in front of me
and spread her legs. I could see everything and was
very embarrassed. I didn’t know where to look.”

“Leanne,” I interrupted, as forcefully as I could.
“Your hand!”

She looked at me, then realized her hand had made its
way up her night-gown where she was slowly stroking
herself. She quickly pulled the hand out.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Go on with your story,” I said. It was killing me but
I had to hear it through. I felt so bad I thought I
might die any second anyway.

“Arnie seemed to know everyone at the strip club, too.
This time he introduced me as his new piece. I didn’t
understand what he meant by that at the time. After a
watching a few more dancers and having a few more
drinks, Arnie started a conversation with the man
sitting on the other side of me. He knew the man and
they talked about various things. I was so mesmerized
by the dancers and the alcohol I hadn’t noticed that
Arnie had unbuttoned my blouse until I felt his hand on
my bare breast. I gave out a yelp and pulled my blouse
back together. The man sitting next to me had seen
everything. Both he and Arnie laughed.

“Arnie told me that I was a grown woman and had a fine
set of tits that others would like to see. I wasn’t so
sure, but let him pull my blouse open anyway, exposing
my tits to the men around us. They all agreed that my
tits were world class as Arnie rubbed and squeezed
them.”

Leanne’s hand had sneaked under her night-gown again. I
was too sick, tired and broken hearted to say or do
anything about it.

“Arnie and the man wanted me to get up on stage and
dance for them. I refused. Arnie took me home shortly
afterward.

“In the car, Arnie asked when he could take me out
again. I told him it was impossible, that I was married
and couldn’t just date strange men. My resistance to
his overtures was down but I tried to be as adamant as
I could. He countered by asking if being seen in
company with a midget was embarrassing to me. I told
him that it didn’t matter how tall he was, I was
married and that was that.

“When we got to the house I got out and went to the
door. To my surprise, Arnie was right behind be. I told
him I had to work in the morning and needed my sleep.
He said he was only coming in for a night-cap, showing
me the bottle of whiskey he had. I tried to argue with
him but it was futile.

“In the house he poured us both a drink. It was neat
whiskey. We sat on the couch and my head was spinning
so much I put it back and just sat there saying nothing
at all. I could feel Arnie unbuttoning my blouse again.
When I objected, he said he’d been looking at my tits
all night long and asked why it should be any different
now. I was beyond resisting so I let him fondle and
kiss my breasts.

“In spite of my intentions, it felt good. I could also
feel a tingling sensation between my legs. This
increased when Arnie put his hand under my skirt and
stroked me between my legs. I am ashamed to admit, but
I gave in to my lust. I let Arnie do whatever he wanted
to me.”

By this time, Leanne’s hand was rubbing the area
between her legs with intensity. In my dream-like
state, I wondered how long she could keep this up
before she had an orgasm. I remember thinking that the
dwarf must have a powerful hold on her.

“He removed my blouse and then my underpants. He pulled
me so I was at the edge of the couch. Then he spread my
legs wide and started licking me. It felt so good. I
sat there and luxuriated in the feeling. It just felt
so good. I didn’t want him to stop. I found my hands
rubbing my nipples. Arnie licked me and licked me and
wouldn’t stop. I felt the orgasm building up in me and
– aaaaaaaagh, aaagh, aaagh, oh, oh, oh, shit, that was
good.”

Leanne sat quietly for a few minutes, her body forward
and her head resting on my leg. The dwarf had made her
come again, and he wasn’t even in the room. I felt
small and humiliated. Finally she sat up.

“Oh, no. I’m so sorry,” she apologized. “That wasn’t
meant to happen.”

“Go on with your story,” I said without enthusiasm.

“After he made me come, he took his clothes off. I was
amazed at how big his dick was. He told me to suck it.
I told him I had never done that before but he
insisted, saying turnabout was fair play. It felt huge
in my mouth. After a few minutes he put it into me and
fucked me. I had two more orgasms before he left. You
were coming home the next day so we arranged to go out
the next week when you were gone again.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she said. Her head was back
down on my leg and she was sobbing. “I didn’t mean to
hurt you, you must believe that. I love you so much I’d
never hurt you on purpose.”

I lay there, absently stroking her hair. Her confession
seemed more than words to me; I could actually see what
happened as she talked. It was if she were infusing the
images straight into my mind. I was numb, but I loved
her, too, and felt bound to forgive her and protect her
from this situation she had got herself into.

“There, there,” I said, comfortingly. “Now that you
told me, you won’t be bothered by him any more. I’ll
protect you. You won’t have to see him any more.” As I
said it, I felt Leanne stiffen.

“But we have a date for tomorrow night,” she said.

“That’s all right,” I said. “I just won’t let him in.
I’ll tell him you are my wife and you don’t want to see
him any more.”

“But I promised.”

“This is one promise you will just have to break.”

She didn’t answer. Finally she got up, kissed me good
night and left the room.

* * *

The room spun in one direction while my bed spun in the
other. I seemed to be hot and cold at the same time. I
once woke to see Leanne sitting in a chair next to me.
She was naked. The dwarf was standing on the bed next
to me pointing his enormous cock at Leanne’s face. She
had it in her mouth while he encouraged her to suck it
harder. Too weak to stop it I turned away but the image
stayed with me.

I woke again. I was in the family room. Leanne was
naked and on the floor on her hands and knees. The
dwarf was behind her with his cock up her ass. Leanne
was barking like a dog. I went over to the dwarf and
pushed at him but I had very little strength.

“Leave my wife alone!” I yelled at him.

“Piss off, you prickless bastard,” he said to me.

I tried to grab him but he was gone. So was Leanne. I
fell to the floor.

Later I woke and felt the presence of people in the
room. One was touching me. I struggled to get away
without opening my eyes. I couldn’t. Finally they left
me alone.

Once again I woke. I could see daylight behind the
drawn curtains. Leanne had a glass to my mouth,
encouraging me to drink. I could smell whiskey. I went
back to sleep.

Yet again I woke. Leanne was standing in the room
dressing. She was wearing only a short red skirt and
the red shoes. I watched her full breasts jiggle as she
applied make-up to her face. I don’t remember her
leaving.

The next time I woke I was standing on the landing of
the stairs. A bell was ringing. I recognized it as the
doorbell. I watched Leanne walk to the door and open
it. The dwarf walked in with a bottle of Jack Daniels.
She squatted down and they exchanged a passionate kiss,
after which they both took a drink of the whiskey.

I struggled down the stairs into the living room,
having to pause twice to allow the stairs to stop
spinning. When I arrived in the living room the dwarf
looked at me with a triumphant glare while Leanne was
looking down at the floor. Leanne had on a red skirt
and a sheer red blouse. I could clearly see she wasn’t
wearing anything under the blouse.

They stood next to each other. In her heels Leanne was
about six feet tall, almost twice as tall as the dwarf;
he didn’t even come up to the waistband on her skirt. I
saw the dwarf put his hand on her knee, then watched as
his hand slowly moved up her leg until it disappeared
under her skirt. Never looking up, Leanne parted her
legs a bit. I saw the thin fabric of the skirt move as
the dwarf played with my wife’s pussy.

The glare never left the dwarf’s face. Finally he said,
“Come on, baby, we’re going.”

They turned and left the house, Leanne still staring at
the floor. As the door closed behind them I tried to
call Leanne’s name but the word caught in my throat and
came out as a croak. I collapsed on the couch.

Suddenly I was in a dark room with loud music. It was
very hot. I couldn’t remember how I got there. I was
standing at the back of the room watching a naked woman
dance on a stage in front of a group of men. It was
Leanne. She squatted in front of each man and let them
touch her breasts and pussy. Another woman with bright
red hair came out on the stage. She took off her
clothes and she and Leanne danced together, rubbing
their bodies on one another.

The music stopped, then started again. I was in my bed.
I got up to find the source of the music. The floor
pitched under me and I nearly fell over. I left the
room and stood on the landing. The music was coming
from downstairs.

I sat down and looked through the balustrades into the
living room. Leanne was dancing with a tall black man.
All she was wearing was a blouse, shoes, stockings and
garter belt. I could see the patch of light brown hair
between her legs as she twirled around. I felt a chill
wind blow through me.

The dwarf approached her, yelled something I couldn’t
hear and gave her her skirt and panties. When he turned
his back, Leanne threw the clothes on the floor and
gave him the finger. She returned to dancing with the
Black who began touching her between her legs. She
threw her head back and laughed.

The dwarf came back. He yelled at her again and they
argued. I couldn’t hear a word they said. Finally, with
reluctance, Leanne put the panties and skirt on an
continued dancing with the black man.

The dwarf went to the front door and opened it. Two
people came in, the red headed stripper from the strip
club and a weaselly looking man with a pencil thin
moustache. He was wearing a hat. The Stripper was
wearing a flimsy light green dress with thin straps. It
looked to be at least a size too small and her enormous
breasts looked ready to burst out of it at any time.
She went over to Leanne and they embraced and kissed.

Meanwhile, the Weasel took a camera out of his bag. He
took pictures of the women kissing, sucking on each
other’s tongues and touching each other. After they
undressed one another he took pictures of them sucking
on each other’s nipples. He took close-ups of my wife
licking the Stripper’s pussy and of the Stripper
licking Leanne’s. The dwarf directed the women while
the Weasel took more pictures.

The Weasel took a large dildo from his camera bag and
tossed it to the Stripper. She used it in my wife’s
cunt for a while then pushed it up her ass. Leanne had
at least one orgasm. The big Black approached the two
women. They unzipped his pants and pulled out his
penis. It was as big as the dwarf’s but appeared
smaller on his larger frame. Leanne took the black cock
into her mouth and soon had it all the way in. She then
gave it to the Stripper to suck while she licked his
balls.

I hung onto the balustrades as the house lurched. My
vision blurred. When it cleared I seemed to be much
closer but still hanging on to the posts. The Black now
had his pants off and sat on the couch. My wife
straddled his lap with his cock in her. The dwarf was
sitting, naked, on the couch next to the Black and the
Stripper was sucking on his enormous penis. I think I
heard the dwarf say, “Fuck her, Harry, fuck her.” The
Weasel continued to take picture after picture.

I blinked and the tableau changed again. The Black was
on his back on the floor. He was naked. Leanne was on
top of him with his cock up her cunt. Holding the
dwarf’s prick, the Stripper positioned him so he was
behind my wife. She placed the tip of his cock on
Leanne’s brown ass hole and helped him push it in.
Leanne was going out of her mind with lust.

I had never seen her so wanton before. They fucked like
that for several minutes while the Weasel continued
taking pictures. When the dwarf was ready to come, the
Stripper pulled his cock out of my wife’s ass and
sucked him until his cum spurted in her mouth and
dripped down her chin.

Leanne got off the Black and took his penis into her
mouth. She sucked on it until he came, letting it
squirt all over her face. The Stripper licked the cum
off Leanne’s face while the Weasel got more close-up
shots. The Stripper got on her back on the floor and
Leanne lay on top of her in a sixty nine position. They
licked each other’s pussies while the men watched and
passed a bottle of Jack Daniels around.

It seemed to me I was watching a dirty movie with
complete strangers in it, not my wife. The whole
episode had a surreal, dreamlike quality. I was numb,
beyond feeling, beyond being upset about my wife’s
behavior. It wasn’t my sweet and innocent wife down
there; it was some dirty, slutty whore doing those
things. I had seen enough, though I don’t remember
going back to bed.

* * *

A ringing in my ears woke me. It was the telephone
beside the bed. I answered it, noticing daylight behind
the closed curtains. It was Leanne.

“Hi Gerry? How are you feeling?”

“Where are you?” I asked.

“At work, of course, silly,” she replied. “It’s ten
o’clock. Where did you think I’d be?” I wasn’t sure.
The sounds behind her certainly sounded like her work.
“I called to see how you were. The doctor said you
should be feeling better now. You gave us a scare.”

I was feeling better. The dizziness and hot and cold
spells had passed. I still felt very weak and extremely
thirsty. I told her this.

“What was wrong with me?” I asked.

“The doctor thought it was food poisoning.” The damn
sausages I had for breakfast. I thought they had tasted
funny. “I was really frightened when I found you in the
car Wednesday night. You thrashed and moaned and yelled
things I didn’t understand. The doctor said high fever
often causes hallucinations. I’m so glad you’re feeling
better now.”

“I’d better call my boss and tell him I won’t be in
today,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it,” Leanne said. “I called him
yesterday and told him the doctor said you should stay
home for the next three days.”

“Yesterday? What day is it?”

“Friday,” Leanne informed me.

“Friday? What happened Thursday?”

“You were very sick.”

“Yes, I guess I was.”

“The doctor said that if you were feeling better today
you could have something to eat. Nothing heavy, just
boiled eggs and dry toast.”

“Ok. I am very hungry. I’ll go fix something now.”

“Gerry?”

“Yes, Leanne?”

“I love you very much. You know that, don’t you.”

“I love you too, Leanne.”

“See you when I get home. Call me if there’s anything
you want.”

“Bye,” I said and hung up.

During the last part of our conversation the word
“hallucinations” kept going over and over in my mind.
Of course. That explained it. Leanne was a good wife. I
had obviously hallucinated all that stuff about her.

I laid back in the bed and thought about it. It started
to make sense. The depraved stories of that dwarf in
the restaurant had stuck in my mind and I had
hallucinated that it was my wife he was seeing. It all
fit in place, all the things I thought I saw my wife do
with him. Harry I remembered the dwarf mentioning.

Why he was black in my hallucination I don’t know –
maybe some deep seated fear. The Stripper I remembered
from a time my boss took me to a strip show when we
were in Chicago. The pictures and the photographer were
part of it, too. The photographer looked like some
gangster out of a 30’s movie. People just don’t look
like that today.

I got out of bed and nearly fell to my knees. I was
weaker than I thought. I made it downstairs to the
kitchen and drank two glasses of water, I was that
thirsty. I boiled two eggs and made myself some toast.
As I ate it I reflected how lucky I was to have such a
wonderful wife. I was very happy with my life. That was
until I scraped the egg shells into the garbage pail
and found the empty Jack Daniels bottle.