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Blacked and Betrayed

by rat_race

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CHAPTER 1 - My First Cuckold Experience

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"Oh come on. It'll be fun," I insisted, sitting there in that dingy neighborhood bar, in the not-so-nice part of town. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Remember?"

"Yeah, but we're not in Vegas, Carl. We're here in Austin, Texas. Our home town. Remember?" my 32-year-old wife, Sally, argued back, and then continued on, "And we also just happen to be pillars of our community. Don't forget that. What if this got out? I mean, what would all our neighbors think if they ever found out what we're up to right now?"

Sally's lily-white skin and her long, straight, parted-right-down-the-middle, dark-brown hair perfectly set off her piercing, sky-blue eyes. The kind of eyes with dark black pupils that just seem to stare right through a person. And that was exactly what she was doing to me right now.

"Hey! Don't put this all off on me," I said to my wife, "You're the one who told me that you've always fantasized about what it would be like to have sex with a black guy. Remember? You told me that you'd never gotten the chance to live out your fantasy, because you and I met and fell in love while you were still in high school. And so you never got the chance to play the field."

"Yeah, I did tell you that," Sally admitted, "And it's true, as much as I hate to admit it. But I didn't mean for you to take me out to a bar, and try to find some black guy who'll agree to have sex with me--and also agree to let you watch us while we're doin' it."

"Hey, that's part of the deal. And don't forget. You didn't just agree to have sex with a black guy either. You promised me that you would make love to him, just like you make love to me. And that means that first, you guys will get naked and then French-kiss, while you're playing with his dick and his balls, and also letting him finger your pussy at the same time--if he wants to. And I'm pretty sure that he will want to do that."

"You think?" Sally said, very sarcastically.

"Yeah. And then you'll suck the black guy's dick, before letting him eat your pussy--once again, only if he wants to do that. And remember, no '69-ing' allowed. You got that?"

Sally replied, just as sarcastically, but this time using a high-pitched, little-girl-sounding voice--and one that I had heard plenty of times in the past--"Yes, sir, Daddy. I'll be a good little girl, and make sure that me and the nice black man take turns doin' all that naughty, oral sex stuff."

"Good. So then, what are you supposed to do next, Little Girl?" I asked. I always played along with my wife, whenever she went into what I liked to call her "little girl mode".

"I'm supposed to let the nice black man rub his peepee against mine, so that he can tinkle in my peepee," said Sally, still using that same high-pitched voice, but this time without any detectable sarcasm.

"That's right, Sweetie."

"Don't worry, Daddy. I'll make you very happy."

"Did you shave off that patch of hair above your little peepee, like I asked you to?"

"Of course I did, Daddy. And now my peepee looks just like it used to, back when I was much younger. Not a single hair left on it anywhere. I promise."

"Excellent! So now, there'll be nothing to hide my view."

Sally effortlessly switched back to her normal adult voice, and abruptly ended her "little girl mode" by saying, "Wow, that sounds pretty creepy, Carl."

"I'll tell you what sounds 'creepy'. It's that little-girl voice of yours."

"Oh yeah, right! Like it doesn't turn you on. Give me a break! I know you too well, Carl. Remember?" Sally remarked, talking another sip of her drink. "So are you actually gonna jack off, while you're watchin' me and the black guy go at it?"

"You bet I am. What else would a good cuckold do in that situation?"

"Well, that's good. 'Cuz I want you to cum your ass off, while you're watchin' me get knocked up by a black dude."

"What the hell are you talkin' about, Sally? That's crazy! He can't get you pregnant. Not while you're on The Pill."

Sally just quietly sat there, and gave me a blank stare.

"Sally, don't look at me like that. You are on The Pill, aren't you?"

"Of course I am, Silly. I was just fuckin' with your mind. That's all. Just like you always fuck with mine."

"Well, tonight I'm gonna do my best to find you a big black dick to fuck. So are you still game?"

"Oh hell yes! Let's get this show on the road. But please don't take this the wrong way, Carl. I need you to stay right here at this table, and let me go find a black guy that's attractive to me. One that I really wanna fuck. Okay? Deal?"

"Deal. I guess it's the least I can do, all things considered," I said.

"It is," Sally agreed with me, and then added, "Well, here goes nothin'..." before she slammed her empty drink glass down onto the tabletop. And then she slowly and tentatively made her way across the room to the far end of the bar, as she was approaching a young black man who was sitting on a bar stool, right next to his Hispanic friend.

I admired Sally's spunk--especially once she had a few Manhattans down her throat. She had no intention of waiting for me to try to set her up with a black guy. No sir. She was bound and determined to negotiate that deal, all on her own. In other words, she was hell-bent on picking which black guy she wanted to fuck. And by the way, there were several black men in the bar at the time. So Sally had plenty to choose from.

As Sally began coyly flirting with her "chosen black man" I was struck by just how different he was from the tall, overly-muscular type of black man that I would have chosen to be Sally's sex partner for the night.

Instead, the much more diminutive black man that Sally had chosen to flirt with at the bar was only about 5' 9" tall, and he had a decidedly-preppy look to him.

But at least he was black. In fact, he was very dark-skinned for a black man. And I couldn't help but watch Sally like a hawk--while my dick was naturally beginning to stiffen inside my pants--as I was thinking about what was getting ready to happen that night.

And when Sally finally began kissing the young black man on the lips, right in front of me, everything instantly became very real for me.

My wife of nearly 14 years was getting ready to live out her long-standing fantasy of actually fucking a black guy for the first time ever. And she had agreed to do it all right in front of me, with me just a few feet away, and watching this arguably-taboo sex act, as it was taking place.

I knew that I was just a few moments away from driving all of us to the nearby La Quinta second floor hotel room that my wife and I had booked two days earlier, just for this express purpose. And I knew that I was going to get to watch my naked wife as she was happily letting another man fuck her now-baby-bare pussy, and inseminate her vagina.

And this was not just any other man, either. This was a black man who would be fucking my white wife. And I knew that he would be inseminating the same vagina and womb that both of our children had emerged from, many years earlier.

And I can't lie to you. I was also hoping that the black guy would end up having a gigantic dick too (for Sally's sake, of course). One that would hopefully dwarf my 6 1/2-inch long erect penis, which was nearly at full-attention by the time that Sally came back over to our table, with the black stranger in-tow. At that moment, I was just glad that the small cocktail table was effectively hiding my crotch from view.

"Carl, this is Henry. He has agreed to our little deal," Sally proudly announced.

"Did you explain to him how things are supposed to go down?" I asked Sally.

"Yes. And he's perfectly okay with everything. Even the part about you watchin' us in action."

"Is that true, Henry?" I said, turning my attention towards the black stranger.

"Yes sir," Henry quickly replied, "I can't wait to have sex with your wife. She's so beautiful!"

"I think so too," I agreed with him. And then Henry, Sally and I chatted for a little while, sitting around that small cocktail table. And it was a good thing too, because I really needed to buy some time so that I could lose my erection before I got up out of my chair.

During our chat, I learned that Henry was here as an exchange student from Ethiopia, and that he was an archeology major at a local university. And I quickly discovered that he was damned smart, and spoke very eloquently too. He even had a British-sounding accent to his voice.

"So why don't we get out of here, and start havin' some real fun?" I suggested. "I'll drive. You two just sit in the back seat, and enjoy yourselves--at least, 'til we get to the hotel room, that is."

"Are you sure you're okay with all this?" Henry asked me.

"Of course I am," I said, "It was pretty much all my idea. Basically, I'm just tryin' to make my wife happy. She's always fantasized about fucking a black guy."

"Damn it, Carl! You didn't have to tell him that," my wife chided me strongly.

Then Sally turned back towards Henry and said, "And Carl here is about to become a cuckold tonight, for the first time ever. And he has always fantasized about watchin' a black guy fuck his wife."

Sally finally turned back towards me and said, "So there! Now we're even."

And with that, we took off for the hotel, while Henry and Sally openly petted in the back seat of the car, as I was watching them in the rear-view mirror.

While they were both French-kissing, Henry was running his hand up and down Sally's stocking-covered legs and thighs. And of course, Sally wasn't wasting any time either. I noticed that she had her right hand up under Henry's shirt, and was actively feeling out and massaging his chest.

And by the time that we all arrived at the La Quinta hotel parking lot, Henry's groping hand had worked its way up under the front part of Sally's dress. And at that point, even though I couldn't actually see Henry's hand anymore, it was easy for me to tell that he was busy fondling Sally's pussy, up under her dress. And as Sally continued French-kissing Henry passionately, she had her thighs spread apart, and was intentionally giving him full access to her pudendum.

Of course, my dick quickly became fully-erect inside my pants while I was watching my wife and Henry in the rear-view mirror as I was driving. But unlike my earlier spontaneous erection under the cocktail table at the bar, this erection was a totally appropriate one, considering the situation. And so I wouldn't have been ashamed to actually let my wife or Henry see the bulge at the front of my pants. But ironically, that didn't really matter, because not only was my crotch hidden from their view by the front seat of the car, but they weren't paying any attention to me anyway.

I almost felt guilty when I finally parked the car in the hotel parking lot, and the two "love birds" in the back seat had to take a break from their romantic embraces, so that Sally could go check in at the front desk and get the room keys, while Henry and I--and our respective crotch-bulges--patiently waited outside in the car for her return, before we all made the long trek together up the noisy, metal, outdoor staircase to our second floor hotel room, where the "sex games" could finally continue.

After the three of us entered the room, I turned around to secure the hotel room door with the dead bolt. And by the time I turned back around again, Sally had already managed to quickly pull her dress up over her head, and then take off her thigh-length, black fishnet stockings.

Sally was now standing there, dressed only in her sexy-looking black-lace bra, and her white, cotton, little-girl-style panties (a.k.a. full-coverage women's briefs), that didn't compliment her bra at all. So her very plain-looking, white panties looked completely out-of-place.

But then Sally didn't care. Because those were the only types of panties that she really liked to wear, and she had been wearing that same type of panties ever since she was a small girl. Besides, Sally later discovered that she was prone to yeast infections. And so, in her case, shiny sexy-looking panties made out of non-porous materials, like nylon and satin, were a definite no-no. And so were pantyhose.

But, believe it or not, what struck me strangest about seeing my wife wearing only a bra and panties, wasn't the fact that the look of her panties didn't compliment her bra at all. Instead, it was the fact that Sally was even wearing a bra to begin with, because that was one article of clothing that--due to the small size of her breasts--she really had no need of. And so she seldom wore a bra.

And I knew that the only reason why Sally had chosen to wear that black-lace bra (with those heavily-padded cups) that night at the bar was to make her breasts look much larger than they actually were. I also knew that Henry was just moments away from most likely being disappointed when Sally's bra was finally removed, and he discovered just how small her breasts really were.

Meanwhile, Henry had already pulled his shirt up over his head too, so that he was now bare-chested. And he had also unbuttoned and unzipped his blue jeans, so that his underwear was now visible through the "V"-shaped opening at the front of his pants.

I was the only one who still had all my clothes on. And I intended to keep it that way, at least for a little while longer.

Suddenly there was a knock at the hotel room door, and a voice outside said, "Hey, Henry, it's me. Let me in, man."

"Who the hell is that?" I asked Henry.

"It's Rico. He's the guy I was with at the bar. I asked him to follow us over here. I hope you don't mind."

"What the hell is going on here, Sally?" I demanded.

"You didn't tell him what's really going on?" Henry cryptically said to Sally.

"No, I didn't tell him yet," Sally quickly replied to Henry.

"Tell me what?" I chimed in.

Sally looked back at me, saying, "Please don't get mad at me, Carl. Okay? I was just tryin' to please you. That's all."

"What're you talkin' about? Please me?"

"Yeah, please you. You see, I accidentally saw all those naughty pictures on your computer the other day. You know? The ones showin' all those guys' dicks?"

"Oh. So you saw those, huh?"

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I wasn't actually lookin' for 'em, or anything like that. But I accidentally clicked on the folder that you had 'em in, and they all popped up. God, there must've been hundreds of 'em! And I noticed that most of the dicks in those close-up photos were black guys' dicks. And lot of 'em even had sperm comin' out of 'em. I also found a bunch of pictures showin' guys havin' sex with each other. You know? Butt-fuckin', and dick-suckin', and stuff like that? And a lot of those pictures showed black guys havin' sex with white guys. Well, I put 2 and 2 together, and figured out that you're actually a closet bisexual. And not just any old run-of-the-mill closet bisexual, either. You're an interracial closet bisexual."

I just stood there for a moment, in total shock, and then finally confessed to Sally, "Okay, okay. You got me, Officer. Guilty as charged. So does this mean our relationship is over with, and that you're gonna be leaving me?"

"Oh hell no! You're stuck with me through the rest of eternity, Buster! You made that promise to me, back when you married me, and I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that you keep it. Even if I have to lock you up in a cage somewhere, and use you as my sex-slave. I'm gonna make sure that you and I are together until the day I die. My findin' out that you're a closet bisexual doesn't change anything, as far as I'm concerned. It just makes our sex lives a lot more interesting. That's all. Just as long as you're not gay. You're not gay, are you, Carl?"

"Fuck no! I'm definitely bisexual. I love having sex with you way too much to ever go gay," I honestly admitted. "You wouldn't actually lock me up in a cage, would you?"

"Is someone gonna let me in, or not, esé?" said the same raspy male voice from outside the hotel room door. This time, I noticed that this voice had a very thick Hispanic accent to it.

Sally quickly twisted her head around to talk to the man on the other side of the hotel room door, "Sure, Sweetie, I'll be there in a minute. Just let me get somethin' worked-out with my husband first."

"I really don't know what to say, Sally," I told her, as apologetically as I could. "I can't help it. Black guys' dicks really turn me on at lot. I don't really want them to. But they just do."

"Yeah. I know, Sweetie. I've got my own skeletons in the closet, too. Believe me.

"I also know that you've fantasized for a long time about becomin' a cuckold, and watchin' me have sex with another man. Well, the last time you and I talked about that, I finally admitted to you that I too had always fantasized about havin' sex with another man, right in front of my husband. And that's what brought us here to this hotel room tonight.

"Well, now may not be the best time for me to say this, but I lied to you when I told you that I wanted that other man to be a black man. But I did that for you, Carl. Not for me. The real truth is I'm not into black guys at all. In fact, I find the idea of havin' sex with a black guy to be pretty disgusting."

"But at the bar," I argued, "you're the one who invited Henry over to our hotel room."

"Yes, I did. But Henry's not here to have sex with me. Henry's gay, Carl. The only reason he agreed to come to our hotel room tonight is because he wants to have sex with you. By the way, he thinks you're pretty hot, for an older white man."

"But on the way over here, when you guys were kissing and making out in the back of the car, what was that all about?"

"Henry and I were simply 'putting on a show' for you, Carl. That's all. I'm sorry for deceivin' you like that, but it was the only way I could think of to get you to live out your fantasy about havin' sex with a black guy."

"That wasn't our agreement, God damn it!" I yelled back at Sally. "So then you had no intention of ever fucking Henry?"

"No. But I did promise you that I'd fuck a guy in front of you tonight, and that's exactly what I intend to do. That's why I secretly invited Henry's friend to follow us over to our hotel room tonight. And he's the only one I wanna fuck tonight, Carl. So if you don't mind, I'm gonna quit bein' rude, and open the door for him."

Sally headed straight for the door, opening it to let the Hispanic stranger into the room, before immediately embracing him and giving him a very long, passionate French-kiss with lots of "tongue action".

"What the fuck is goin' on here, God damn it! Sally, what the fuck are you doing? You don't even know this guy!"

"No, Carl. You're completely wrong about that. Henry's the guy I just met tonight for the very first time, while we were at the bar. He's a close friend of Rico's."

"So then you secretly invited Rico to meet you at the bar tonight, and to bring along his gay, black friend with him?" I asked, still trying to assess this whole "unforeseen development" in my current situation.

"Yes, Carl. You hit the nail right on the head, as you always like to say. It's Rico and I who have a 'history' together. He's my ex from high school. He was my very first boyfriend. And I invited him over tonight to have sex with me. And just like I promised, I'm gonna let you watch him fuck my brains out, right in front of you."

Sally turned to Rico and asked, "You do wanna fuck my brains out tonight, right, Sweetie?"

"Shit yeah, Baby! It's been way too long," Rico piped out enthusiastically. "Quiero tu panocha," he added, telling Sally in Spanish that he wanted her pussy.

"What the fuck is he talking about? What does he mean by 'it's been way too long'? Did you fuck him back in high school?" I asked Sally.

"No, not really. He's the one who fucked me that one night. Actually, what he really did was date-rape the crap out of me, and take my virginity in the back seat of his Camaro, while I was beggin' him to stop the whole time. But he only got to do it one time--because not only did he piss me off royally, but he also ended up gettin' me pregnant that night. That happened just a couple of months before I met you."

"Oh, my God!" was all I could say, as the realization hit me like a rock.

"That's right. I was already pregnant when I started dating you, Carl. And Jordan is not really your daughter. She's Rico's."

At this point, I was once again in total shock, despite the fact that Sally had finally confirmed something that I had long suspected.

You see, our daughter, Jordan, had turned out looking quite different from her brother, Jake--to the point where the two of them really didn't look like brother and sister at all. Jordan, who had recently made that drastic leap from tween to teen, had brown eyes and much darker skin than Jake. And most-notably, Jordan was lacking that characteristic, thin-bridged, European-style "ski nose" that the rest of her immediate family members--including myself--all possessed.

On the other hand, Jacob, who was named after Sally's father and was two years younger than Jordan, had the same type of piercing sky-blue eyes that Sally had. And Jacob--or Jake, as we always called him--had definitely turned out to be the spitting image of his mother, albeit a male adolescent version of her.

While I was still in shock over this latest piece of "unexpected news" from Sally, I just stood there with my mouth wide-open, as I watched Rico reach down between my wife's legs, and start feeling out her panty-covered pussy. And at that moment, I was thankful that her plain white panties had a wide, full-coverage crotch panel.

The worst part was that Sally responded by spreading her legs apart, as well as tilting her pelvis back, to give Rico easier access to her panty-covered pussy mound.

Meanwhile, poor Henry was still standing across the room, at the foot of the hotel bed, quietly watching all this craziness that was taking place right in front of him.

"Jesus, Sally! If this guy date-raped you against your will, why did you invite him over here to fuck you tonight?" I asked her.

"Because I've forgiven him since then. That's why. And besides, no matter how I may feel about Rico as a person," Sally replied, and then took a moment to reach over and deliberately place the palm of her hand against the front of Rico's crotch, and she began slowly rubbing her hand up and down his bulge, before adding, "His sexy Mexican dick and his sperm will always be the very first dick and sperm that I ever had up inside of my pussy. The bottom line is that I want Rico to get me pregnant again, if he can. But this time, I wanna enjoy the whole experience."

Sally had just said all this to me, as if she were discussing the weather with me, or some other mundane subject. It only served to piss me off even more that she was being so nonchalant about everything.

"What the fuck are you talking about, woman?" I prodded her. "You're on The Pill. There's no way Rico can get you pregnant tonight--even if he wanted to."

"Yeah, about that..." Sally said, slowly shaking her head and biting her lower lip for just a moment before admitting, "I stopped taking The Pill about three months ago, Carl."

"You what? So then I've been fucking you for the last three months, without you being on any form of birth control?" I asked, totally flabbergasted by what my wife has just confessed to me.

"Yep," Sally calmly replied, as if it were no big deal, and then said to me, "Pretty cool, huh?"

"No, it's not cool to mislead me about something as important as that," I complained, even though I knew that it was way too late for my complaint to do any good. "So then what you're telling me is that you're still not using any birth control right now?" I asked Sally, just to verify everything I had heard so far.

"Of course not, Silly. Why would I be using birth control, if I'm tryin' to get pregnant with Rico's baby?" Sally asked, with a very puzzled look on her face. "In fact, I took my basal readings yesterday morning, and I'm positive that I just ovulated. And so I should be nice and fertile right now.

"Does that turn you on, Rico?" Sally asked Rico, in an overly-sexy tone-of-voice.

"Oh hell yes, Chiquita! Muestrame tu panocha ahorita, Puta!" Rico replied, ordering Sally in Spanish to show him her pussy right now, and then calling her a whore at the very end of his sentence.

While Sally continued standing there, with her legs apart and her pelvis tilted back, Rico pulled the crotch of her panties over to one side, and held it there with his left hand, so that he could begin feeling out her baby-bare pussy mound with the fingers of his right hand. And it didn't take long before Rico stuck his middle finger up into Sally's vagina, and began finger-fucking her.

That brought out an instant response from Sally, "Rico, what are you doing? You don't have to be in such a hurry, Sweetie. We've got all night."

I felt backed into a corner. I was looking for any way out of this mess. I sure as hell didn't want to watch my wife's ex-boyfriend from high school having sex with her, right in front of me, and possibly getting her pregnant--for the second time.

And that part really freaked me out! It was just too much to process, in too short of a period of time. Not only had I just found out that the person who I had assumed all these years was my daughter, really wasn't. But I had also just been told that my wife wasn't a virgin when we first met, like she had led me on to believe all these years; and that I wasn't the one who took her virginity. Rico was.

Not only that, but I was furious that Sally, that conniving little cunt of a wife, was in total control of everything right now. So I figured it was high time for me to buck it up and act like a man, and take back control of this entire runaway situation.

I quickly decided to use the most "lethal" and effective weapon that I had at my disposal: money. Money was something that I had plenty of, thanks to Blakeley Securities, the successful investment securities firm that I worked for.

Mind you, even though the salary and commissions that I made as a stock broker were more than adequate to provide one with an upper middle class lifestyle, that's not how I became wealthy. Instead, I had managed to amass a small fortune over the last decade by following my own investment advice, when it came to picking the right stocks, and knowing when to buy them, but more-importantly when to sell them.

Of course, my wife knew that we were fairly well-off financially as a family. But she had no idea just how wealthy we actually were. And I made sure to keep it that way too, because I didn't want Sally squandering away our fortune on over-priced clothing, and designer shoes and purses, and other lavish stuff like that. In hindsight, that decision to keep my wife in the dark when it came to our true financial wealth turned out being a penny-wise and pound-foolish decision on my part. And it ended up costing me dearly. But we'll get to that part of the story eventually.

For now, what you need to realize is that I knew exactly how to use money to get what I wanted, because I had been doing just that for many years.

"Rico, I'll give you $200 cash right now," I said, reaching in my back pocket to pull out my wallet and open it up, "if you take your hand out of my wife's pussy, and another $200 on top of that, if you leave this hotel room right now, and don't come back. Deal?"

Rico thought about my 'offer' for a while, obviously taking his sweet time, as he continued to finger-fuck Sally's vagina.

"Make it $600, and you've got a deal, Boss," Rico finally said.

"Okay, there ya go," I said, as I was pulling the bills out of my wallet, and counting it out into the open palm of Rico's hand. The same hand that had just been finger-fucking my wife's bare pussy.

"Now, take your $600 and get the fuck out of here!" I barked at him. "My horny bitch of a wife needs to fuck a black guy, just like she promised me she would."

Rico opened the hotel room door, and dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"What's the matter, Darling?" I asked Sally, as I was locking the dead bolt on the hotel room door again. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you afraid of having a black guy's baby, instead of that little Hispanic baby you were wantin'?"

"God damn it, Carl! I wanted Rico to fuck me. Not Henry. I just got done tellin' you how I really feel about havin' sex with a black guy. I find the whole idea of it disgusting. Besides, Henry's gay. I already told you that too."

"Yeah, well, I'm callin' the shots now. So shut up and cooperate, you fucking cunt-whore! Take your bra off," I told Sally. And she just stood there, giving me a blank stare.

"Now!" I barked out loudly at Sally. "I want Henry here to see what your little titties really look like."

Sally unclasped the tiny hooks at the back of her bra, and dropped it down onto the floor near her feet. The padding in the bra's cups was so thick that the bra still maintained its shape perfectly while lying on the floor.

While I was looking down at the bra on the floor, I shook my head slowly and said, "Sally, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for trying to fool men by wearing a padded bra like that."

"It's not like other women don't do it," Sally said defensively.

"Yeah, but that still doesn't make it right. Now take your panties off!" I ordered, and Sally pulled her panties down and stepped out of the legs holes, leaving her crumpled-up panties on the floor, right next to her padded bra.

"Okay. Now get up on that fucking bed, get on your back, and spread your God damn legs apart, just like the little whore of a wife that you are!"

"Like this, Daddy?" Sally asked, seamlessly switching to her soft, high-pitched, little-girl-voice, as she was doing exactly what I had just ordered her to do.

"Yes, just like that, Sweetie," I praised her, abruptly changing my response to a more fatherly one. "Now can you 'put on a show' for me and Mr. Henry here? And don't take your hands off your peepee until I tell you to. Okay?"

"Okay, Daddy," Sally replied, and then placed a hand on each side of her pussy crack and pulled it wide open to plainly display the tiny, circular opening that was her urethra, before asking, "Mr. Henry, do you like my peepee?"

At this point I turned towards Henry to address him directly, and he asked me, "What's wrong with her?" as he was gesturing towards Sally.

"Oh there's nothing to worry about. She does this shit because she knows it turns me on."

"It turns me on too, Daddy," Sally chimed in. "Do you want me to show the nice, black man how I tinkle?"

"Sally, would you please just shut up and play with your clit, like a good little girl?"

"Sure, Daddy. Whatever you want," Sally replied in her little-girl voice, and then began masturbating herself in front of Henry and me.

"Henry, I know you're gay, but would $1,000 cash be enough to make you change your mind about not having sex with my wife?" I asked, handing him over the cash, already assuming what his answer would be.

"I'd love to take you up on your offer, Mr. Camden, except for one thing. I think your wife is beautiful and all, but she doesn't do anything for me in a sexual way. I'm not even hard right now. See?" Henry said, pulling his still-flaccid dick out of the front of his underwear, as proof. "And I've been looking right at your wife's pussy, just like you have. But the difference is you've got a hard-on," he said, gesturing towards the obvious bulge at the front of my lap.

"So then what you're saying is that you want me to show you my hard-on first, so that you can get sexually excited?"

"Yes, precisely. But I don't just want you to show it to me. I need you to let me touch it, and hold it, and play with it, and maybe even rub my own dick up against it. That's the only way I can guarantee you that I'll get a hard-on, so that I can fuck your wife, like you're wanting me to."

"Okay, you've got a deal," I said to Henry.

"Yes, sir," Henry said, shaking hands with me first, and then putting the $1,000 cash into his own wallet, and taking his pants and underwear all the way off to display his naked body."

I unbuttoned the top of my pants, and pulled down my zipper, to let my pants fall down to the floor. And then, after stepping out of the leg-holes of the pants, I pulled my underwear all the way down, and took them off, before eventually sitting down in the chair, located at the side of the bed.

Henry followed me across the room and knelt down in front of me, so that he could begin touching and feeling my bare erect dick and my balls.

After a few minutes I asked Henry, "Is this what you needed?"

"Yes, sir," he replied, standing up just long enough to show me that his penis was indeed well on its way to becoming fully-erect, before he knelt back down in front of me, and continued his skillful manipulations of my penis.

In fact, I couldn't believe how good it felt to me, while Henry was fondling my penis. Sally had always handled my dick in such an awkward manner. But Henry knew exactly what to do to my penis, and how to handle it in just the right ways, in order to quickly get me really turned-on.

"Would you like to touch my dick?" Henry asked, standing up to place his now-fully-erect penis right in my face.

"Sure. If that's what you need me to do," I said hesitantly.

"I do," Henry admitted to me. "Besides, I can tell that's what you want to do, too."

And Henry was absolutely right about that.

I reached across and placed my hands on Henry's bare, black penis for the first time that night. His erect penis was not one of those gigantic black penises that we've all seen in the porn videos and photos. But it was a fairly large penis nevertheless. And especially so, when one considers Henry's smaller body size. His erect dick was about 8 1/2 inches long, and about twice as big around as mine. Let's just say I was envious.

And by the way, just for the record, Henry's balls were quite large too, compared to mine.

I was slowly and methodically hand-pumping Henry's foreskin up and down his long shaft, when I finally looked back over at Sally.

She was lying on the bed, on her back, with her legs spread far apart, and with one hand firmly planted in her pussy crack, and the other gently squeezing one of her small "AA"-cup size breasts, while she was staring at the large "package" between Henry's legs.

"Better take a good look right now, Sally, 'cuz this is the black penis that's gonna be buried deep inside your womb in a little while, and possibly giving you a brand new mulatto baby to take care off."

"Damn it, Carl! Henry's gay. Don't tease me like that," Sally begged in her normal voice, completely dropping her little-girl façade.

"Oh, so you don't think that Henry's actually gonna fuck you? I'll bet you $100 that you're wrong."

"You're on," Sally said.

"Okay."

And then I did something that I never thought that I would do in a million years. I stuck Henry's dick-head in my mouth, and started sucking on it, while I was still jacking up and down on his dick-shaft. I also tongued his piss-hole slit, and licked the underside of his shaft from time to time.

I could tell that Henry was getting really excited by my blowjob. And that's when I abruptly pulled my mouth up off of his dick, and told him in a very quiet and calm voice, "Now I want you to honor our agreement. I want you to get on top of that bed right now, and fuck my God damn slut of a wife. And I want you to 'do it' in a missionary position. And when you get ready to cum, I want you to ejaculate deep inside her pussy, right up next to her cervix. Can you do all that for me, Henry?"

"Yes, Sir. I'll be more than happy to," Henry said. "But would it be okay with you if I taste her pussy first? I've never had sex with a white woman before. Heck, I've never had sex with any woman before."

"Sure, Henry. Go right ahead and eat her nasty little pussy, if that's what you really wanna do. But I gotta warn ya, it's kind of got a fishy smell to it. And it really doesn't taste that good either. Especially once she's started cumming hard."

"Damn it, Carl, why are you doin' this to me?" Sally spewed out, with maximum vitriol.

"Hey, don't blame me. You did this to yourself, Bitch!" I yelled right back at her. "You made your own bed. Now lie in it! In fact, I want you to beg Henry to eat your pussy. If fact, why don't you do it in your little-girl voice?"

"Henry, please don't do this? You could walk away right now, and no harm has been done," Sally pleaded with Henry.

"Go ahead, Henry. What are you waitin' for. I'm tellin' you, she's all yours right now," I egged Henry on.

"Henry, I'm begging you," Sally pleaded, "please don't do this to me? I don't wanna have sex with you right now."

"Well, Ma'am," Henry replied, "you sure have a funny way of showing it. From the looks of things, I'd say that you can't wait to have my tongue in your pussy. Let's see if I'm right..."

And with that, Henry moved over to the foot of the bed, and maneuvered his upper body over the top of the bed, between Sally's spread legs. He stuck his head down into Sally's crotch. And then he began licking, sucking, and tonguing her shaved pussy.

I was still sitting in the chair by the side of the bed, watching Henry go at it, as I continued fondling my penis just enough to keep from losing my erection, but not enough so that I would unintentionally cause myself to reach the "point of no return", and start orgasming. I was actively trying to time that inevitable event to hopefully happen at the same time as Henry was filling up my wife's vagina with his sperm. At least, that was my plan.

Meanwhile, Henry just kept lapping away at Sally's pussy lips and her clitoris, like a thirsty dog at a bowl of water.

And I could tell that Henry was actually making her orgasm. Because every so often, Sally would grab Henry's head between both hands, and push his face down into her pussy, while she road his head like a bucking bronco, and cried out stuff like, "Oh yeah!...That's it...Eat me...Oh fuck yeah!...Lick my clit...Ooooh, that's it, Baby!"

When Henry finally pulled his face up out of Sally's super-wet pussy crack, he had her pussy-juices all over his nose, mouth and cheeks. And he looked so funny that it almost made me laugh out loud.

But when I looked down between Henry's legs, and saw that he had lost some of his erection--so that his penis was now only about halfway erect--I started to get really worried.

"Hey, Henry, why don't you come back over here, and rub that sexy dick of yours against mine for a little while. Just 'til you get your erection back, okay? What do ya say?"

I stood up from the chair, and walked over to where Henry was, at the foot of the bed. And while standing face-to-face, Henry and I began playfully "sword fighting" with our dicks, and jacking ourselves off in front of each other, with the very tips of our two dick-heads pressed together.

Sally was watching us, and fingering herself, as Henry's dick quickly recovered, and became fully-erect once again.

"Okay. That's great! You're all ready to go again," I told Henry. "So go get her, man. And if you start having any trouble keeping your erection, just close your eyes and fantasize that you're fucking me in the ass. 'Cuz in a way, a girl's pussy really is kind of like a miniature ass. I mean, it's got two cheeks, and a crack, and a hole, doesn't it?"

Henry and I laughed at my joke, but Sally didn't.

I could tell from the serious, no-nonsense look on her face, that she had finally "crossed the line." I had seen it many times before in our own bedroom. I knew that Sally was feeling so horny and sexually excited, with so many orgasms under her belt, that all she wanted at that moment was a stiff dick in her fuck-hole, and some fresh sperm all over her cervix. And Sally wouldn't give a shit at this point, if that "dick" and that "sperm" just happened to belong to a black dude, instead of a white guy, or a Hispanic guy.

Henry crawled up on top of the foot of the bed, kneeling between Sally's spread legs, with her staring at his dark-skinned dick the whole time.

She reached down, grabbed hold of his shaft, and began rubbing the head of his dick up and down along the sopping-wet crack of her own pussy.

Then, after a few moments, she stuck the head of Henry's dick up into her own vaginal entrance, reached around to grab his butt-cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled Henry's hips towards hers, to get his dick to slide up deep inside her vagina.

Sally let out a long "ahhhhh" sound, while she was doing that. And I almost spontaneously shot my wad, while I was witnessing my wife actively mounting this black man's dick, and aggressively pulling it deep inside her own vagina, and then intentionally adjusting her hips underneath Henry's--while at the same time, tilting her pelvis at just the right angle--so that the head of his penis would finally come to rest right up against her own firm cervix, and then be held there for just a few fleeting moments, before any thrusting began to take place.

I knew exactly what Sally was doing to Henry's dick, because she had done the same thing to my dick, many times in the past. She even had a special name for it. She called it her "cervical kiss". But after witnessing Sally performing her unique cervix-repositioning pelvic gyrations (her "cervical kiss") on another man's dick, I finally understood why so many married guys out there are into cuckolding.

I was still standing at the foot of the bed, which meant that I had a front row seat to all this. I could plainly see Sally's and Henry's coupled-up sex organs in action, while I got back down to the serious business of jacking myself off.

"I thought you didn't want to fuck a black guy tonight," I commented to Sally.

"I didn't. But you made me do it, you son of a bitch! You got me so horny that I can't stop myself right now, even if I wanted to--which I don't. But I still think it's nasty and disgusting. And I feel like such a fucking whore for doin' it. So I might as well go ahead and act like one."

"I hate to break the news to you, Sally," I said to her, 'but you've been acting like one all night."

"Fuck you, Carl!" Sally spewed out venomously.

"It looks to me like you're the one getting fucked right now--and in more ways than one," I announced sarcastically.

"Oh yeah? 'Well, just remember, I'm doin' this for you, you fucking cuckold!" Sally shot back.

At this point Henry was slowly thrusting away at Sally's vagina, easing his large dick all the way up the hilt on each inward thrust, and nearly pulling it out all the way on each outward thrust.

Sally turned to Henry and said, "Go ahead, Henry. Give me your sperm, Honey. Fuck me as hard as you want. I only ask that you do me one little favor. I want you to squirt all of your sperm deep inside my fertile pussy. Can you do that for me, Henry?"

Henry quickly nodded his head, humming out "uh-huh" in the process, as he continued to methodically speed up his vaginal thrusting.

"That's good," Sally commented to Henry. "We're probably gonna make a mulatto baby together right now, you and I. But that's okay. 'Cuz it's all my husband's fault really. He's the one that put you and me up to all this."

Sally turned her attention towards me again and told me, "I hope you're happy, you bastard! I hope you get your rocks off real good!"

"Oh, I will! Believe me. I hope you're gettin' your rocks off real good too--'cuz I'll never fuck you again, Sally! In fact, I'll never even sleep in the same bed with you again, for that matter. Let's face it. You're just a dirty whore of a woman. That's all you really are. You've shown me your true colors tonight. And so I'm gonna sit here and jack off like crazy, while I watch you lettin' yourself get fucked and fertilized by a black man.

"And guess what? Henry's not gonna fuck you just once tonight. No sir. He's gonna keep on fucking you over and over again. All night long. 'Til you just can't stand it anymore. I'll make sure of that. Believe me. Even if I have to suck his dick over and over again, to give him another hard-on. You have my word on that. And you know that I'm a man of my word."

I don't think that Sally was really listening to me at this point, because Henry was pounding away at her pussy at a furious pace, until he slammed it home, making one last final deep thrust.

I saw his butt-cheek muscles tighten up, and then the area behind his balls began to repeatedly pulsate rhythmically, and I knew that Henry was busy orgasming and squirting his whole wad of sperm deep inside of Sally's vagina.

When Sally felt Henry's dick pulsating deep inside her vagina, and unloading its super-dangerous payload right up against the neck of her fertile womb, she began screaming out uncontrollably, "Oh fuck yes! Give me your sperm, you beautiful black stud you. That's it, Sweetie. Just like that. Oh God! Oh Shit! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhhh!"

While watching Sally get fertilized by Henry, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I started cumming too. My sperm was squirting out all over the place, but I didn't give a damn. I couldn't stop staring at Henry's and Sally's coupled-up sex organs, as I was anxiously waiting for some of Henry's just-ejaculated sperm to start seeping out around the base of his dick. And as it turned out, I didn't have long to wait.

As soon as his orgasm subsided, Henry quickly pulled out of Sally's pussy, and then stood up by the foot of the bed. I couldn't help but stare at Henry's blood-engorged dick. And I was literally entranced by the milk-white sperm that was still slowly oozing out of Henry's piss-hole slit, and dripping down onto the motel room floor.

"How'd I do? Was that okay?" Henry asked me, seeking my approval.

"Oh heck yes, Henry. And I'm sure Sally thinks so too. Don't you, Sally?"

Sally didn't answer me.

Instead, she had her head lying back on the pillows and her eyes closed, as she was busy basking in her orgasmic afterglow. Meanwhile, Henry's thick, white, freshly-ejaculated sperm was slowly and steadily oozing out of Sally's now-gaping, totally-relaxed fuck-hole opening; and then dripping down her ass, to land on the bed sheets, between her spread thighs.

"Tell ya what, Henry. Why don't you go over to Sally and tell her to suck your dick. I'm sure she'll be happy to do so. And if she doesn't get you hard again, just come back, and I'll suck your dick again. Deal?"

"Yes, sir. I heard what you were telling Sally, about you wanting me to fuck her over and over again tonight. All I can say is that I'll try my best, sir."

"You're a healthy young man. You should be able to last at least two or three more times tonight. I want you to take advantage of this unusual situation, Henry. I want you to do whatever you want to my wife. Go ahead and kiss her, or suck her little titties, or stick your finger up her butt-hole, or do whatever else you've ever dreamed of doing to a naked white woman. I don't care. Tell ya what, why don't you go ahead and fuck her doggie-style this next time? She really likes that."

"Sure. I would love to fuck your wife doggie-style. But would it be okay with you if I fuck her in the ass, instead of the pussy? 'Cuz that's what would really turn me on tonight!"

"Sure. Whatever gets your rocks off, Kid. Hell, you can fuck me in the ass, if that's what you really wanna do. I suppose I owe you that much, after everything that's happened tonight."

"No, sir. I'm the one who owes you," Henry said, as he knelt down in front of me, grabbed hold of my shaft, and stuck the head of my dick into his mouth, so that he could lick and suck all the leftover sperm off of it.

While Henry was sucking my dick, Sally was staring at me, like I had lost my mind, or something--when all I had really lost was my innocence. And possibly my marriage.

With Henry sucking away at my dick-head, it didn't take long at all, before I had another hard-on.

And that's when the strangest thing happened. Sally told me in her high-pitched little-girl-sounding voice, "Daddy, please rub your peepee against mine. Just like you used to. I've been such a naughty girl tonight. But can you do that for me, Daddy? Can you tinkle in my peepee one last time? Pretty please? With sugar on top?"

And the next thing I knew, I found myself in a missionary position on top of my wife, humping away at her already-creampied "sloppy seconds" vagina, while she had her head turned to one side, and was happily sucking away on the head of Henry's dick.

And when Sally sensed that I was just moments away from orgasming and ejaculating my own sperm deep inside her vagina, right up next to her cervix (we had been married for so long that she could automatically sense that kind of thing), she stopped sucking Henry's dick just long enough to scream out at me in her normal voice, "Get off me, you son of a bitch! Go jack off in your chair, you fucking cuckold! I want Henry's sperm inside my womb! Not yours!"

"Oh yeah? Well fuck you, Bitch! You're gettin' my sperm, whether you want it, or not!" I screamed right back at Sally, just inches away from her face.

And then I slammed my dick into Sally's fuck-hole as hard as I could, burying it all the way up to the hilt inside her, and I proceeded to orgasm my ass off, squirting my sperm out all over the back pocket of her already-gooey vagina. It had literally been years since I had experienced an orgasm that strong.

As I was coming back down to earth from that incredibly awesome orgasm, I heard Sally whispering in my ear, "Babe, I hope you enjoyed that a lot. 'Cuz I really did. But there's one thing I haven't told you yet. Henry's gettin' ready to fuck you in the ass."

I felt something sliding between my two butt-cheeks to press right up against my asshole, and I instantly knew that that "something" was the head of Henry's black dick. The same slick head that had a generous coating of Sally's saliva all over it, thanks to her perfectly-timed blowjob.

Then I heard Henry's voice from behind telling me, "Relax, Mr. Camden. You're going to love this. You'll see..."

And then I felt the head of Henry's long, rock-hard penis being pressed very firmly, up against my puckered-up asshole sphincter muscle.

"Now relax, Mr. Camden. Push outward, like you're taking a shit. That's the secret. Good. There you go. That's much better," Henry reassured me, as I felt his firm dick-head finally penetrate my butt-hole, to slowly slide up into my poop chute.

Sure, there was a little bit of discomfort at first. But that quickly dissipated, to be replaced by the same kind of wonderful feelings that I always had, whenever I was letting out a large shit-log or two into the toilet bowl below. And I couldn't believe it! Because my having Henry's large dick inside my rectum felt nothing less than awesome to me!

Sally gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek and said, "Babe, believe it or not, I still love you with all my heart. Even though you're a fucking cuckold now. And a fucking bisexual too."

"I love you too, Sweetie," I automatically replied. "And I'm sorry I was so mean to you tonight. It's just that I was in total shock over the things you were confessing to me. And I just felt so out-of-control, and scared."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry I freaked you out so much. But can I ask one big favor of you?"

"Sure, Honey. Whatever you want," I said, struggling to get the words out in short breaths, because by this point, Henry was energetically humping away at my rectum.

"Well, Daddy," Sally said, effortlessly slipping right back into her little-girl voice, "Please promise me that you won't get mad at me, for what I'm about to tell you, okay?"

"Okay, Sweetie," I said, sensing that Henry was just about to shoot his wad inside my butt.

"You've gotta promise me, Daddy," Sally, the pretend little girl, demanded.

"Okay, okay, I promise you. I won't get mad at you."

"Good. 'Cuz I've been a very naughty little girl tonight! I've been lyin' to you about lots of stuff. Really important stuff."

"Like what, Sweetie?" I asked, as Henry was busy unloading his warm jizz inside me.

Sally quickly switched back to her regular adult voice and said, "Well, first of all, Henry's not gay. He's bisexual. Just like you are."

"Is that true, Henry?" I turned my head around to ask him myself.

"Yes, Sir. I've fucked my share of women. Even some white ones," Henry said very proudly and matter-of-factly, right before he began easing his long penis out of my butt. Then he moved around on top of the bed to lie on his back, right beside Sally.

"And second of all, Carl," Sally jumped right in and continued on with her string of confessions, "I was lying to you, when I told you that the idea of me having sex with a black guy disgusts me. Because nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, I can't believe that you actually bought into that lie; hook, line and sinker. As far as I can tell, there's not a white woman alive who hasn't fantasized at one time or another about having sex with a black man. And I'm no exception. Just the taboo nature of the very thought itself is usually enough to make most white women's panties get wet. And once again, I'm no exception. Thank you for finally making that black man fantasy thing a reality for me tonight. You're an awesome husband!"

"You're welcome, I think?" I said, as I flopped over onto my back, to lie on the other side of Sally, on top of the bed.

"There's more important stuff too, Carl. Rico isn't my ex-boyfriend. He's Henry's friend. And I just met him for the very first time, tonight at the bar, at the same time that I met Henry. Basically, I just thought I'd rattle your cage a little bit, by having Rico unexpectedly show up here, and pretend that he was my ex.

"And it wasn't hard to get Rico to do that for me, either. Because I promised him that, if he did, I would let him feel out my panty-covered pussy, right in front of my husband. I didn't count on him taking things any farther than that. But he obviously did. And I apologize for that. Thank you for paying Rico off, so that he would leave."

"Once again, you're welcome," I said, shaking my head. "I don't know what else to say. I couldn't stand watching that guy treat you like such a whore."

"Ah, that's so sweet. You know, probably the most ironic part is that you didn't have to pay Henry off to get him to fuck me. He had already agreed to do that anyway, before he ever left the bar with us. Didn't you Henry?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I sure did," Henry acknowledged, and they both chuckled for a moment, and then Henry asked sincerely, "But would it still be okay with you, Mr. Carl, if I keep the $1,000 anyway, because I can sure use it to help pay off my student loans?"

"Yeah sure, Henry, go ahead and keep the money. But how did you manage to stare at Sally's pussy without getting a hard-on earlier, so that I would think that you're gay?"

"That was the hardest thing that I think I've ever done," Henry admitted. "But in the end it was simply mind over matter. I was mentally focusing on anything and everything that had nothing to do with sex, like doing laundry, washing the car, cleaning up the apartment, and other mundane stuff like that."

"Well, I still can't believe you pulled it off," I told Henry.

"Neither can I," said Henry.

"So let me get all this straight," I said to Sally. "What you're telling me is that Rico was a total stranger to you, just like Henry was?"

"Right," said Sally.

"And so Rico never date-raped you, and took your virginity back when you were in high school, before we ever met?"

"Right again," Sally verified.

"So then you really were a virgin when I met you. And that means that Jordan has to be my daughter?"

"No. Unfortunately, she isn't, Carl. And you have to promise me that you'll never tell her the truth. She wouldn't be able to live with it. Heck, I can barely live with it."

"So then you really did get knocked up by some guy, back in high school, right before we met?"

"Yes. And you knew that 'guy' very well. He was my father, God rest his soul."

"Your father?" I asked, in total disbelief.

"Yes, my dad. But I don't hate him for what he did. Just a few months after Mom died, my older sister moved out with her boyfriend. And so that left just me and Dad in that big old ranch house on the outskirts of Fort Worth. And sometimes things just happen. You don't plan on 'em happening. They just do."

"Wow!" I said, without even meaning to. "So, do you wanna tell me what happened? Or would you rather not talk about it?"

"Oh, I definitely need to talk about it with someone. Keepin' this secret all these years has been drivin' me crazy. But you've gotta promise me that you'll never tell anyone else about what happened between Daddy and me. You too, Henry."

"You have my word that I will never tell another living soul about your sexual relationship with your father," Henry said to Sally, as solemnly as he could.

"Ditto. What he just said," I told Sally, when she looked back over my way.

"Well, it all started out innocently enough," Sally said, starting out her story, "Whenever I used to get scared late at night, or there was a bad storm outside, or I had a nightmare, I would always make a beeline to my parent's bedroom, and then climb into bed with them.

"And my behavior didn't change, just because my mom had died, and wasn't there for me anymore. I would simply climb into bed, and get under the covers, and then snuggle up with my daddy.

"Of course, you already know what I usually wear to bed a night."

"Yeah, a nightshirt, with pair of panties underneath," I said to Sally.

"That's right. And that's what I always wore, when I climbed into bed with my father. But my daddy preferred to sleep without any clothes on. I mean, he did keep his 'tighty whities' on. But that was about it.

"Anyway, I used to snuggle up next to Dad, and spoon with him, with my chest right up against his back, until I would finally fall asleep, right beside him.

"And after Mom died, I began sleepin' in Dad's bed much more often than I slept in my own bedroom. In fact, over the next six months or so, about the only thing I was still doin' in my own bedroom was changin' clothes, and talkin' with my friends on the phone.

"And Dad really liked me sleepin' with him. He even told me so himself. He said that it was much better than him havin' to sleep by himself, because he had slept with my mother beside him all those years, and he was spoiled.

"Well, so was I, for that matter. And I was used to doin' whatever it took to get my way.

"But anyway, one night, I woke up in the middle of the night from a super-sexy dream that I was havin'. And I discovered that I was already humpin' away at Dad's leg, rubbin' my panty-covered pussy up and down his thigh. And it felt so good to me, that I didn't wanna stop.

"But then Dad woke up suddenly, and blurted out, 'What the hell are you doin', Sally?'

"'Nothing,' was all I could think to say to him at first. And then I suddenly felt so embarrassed that I started cryin', and eventually began apologizin' to him.

"But then he told me, 'That's okay, Sweetie. I guess you're just doin' what comes n