A Prison Affair

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I had been a really naughty boy. I had done something I shouldn’t have. I’d broken the law, committed a crime.

I was so sure I would get off with a fine. After all, my misdemeanour had only been the supply of a class A drug. Hardly crime of the century. Imagine my shock and horror when the judge sentenced me to six months in prison, reduced to three months with good behaviour. I was devastated. I nearly broke down and sobbed as the guards escorted me away and into the prison van that drove me to the open-ground prison, where I would serve the duration of my sentence.

I knew I was in trouble the moment I walked in there and was escorted to my cell. Most of the other inmates were black men, rough-looking lags with a chip on their shoulder. They all gathered round and glared at me as I made my way to my cell, looking at me with eyes full of contempt and hatred. I was sure I’d never make it out this place alive.

After the first few days my fears were heightened, when it became apparent that the black guys pretty much ran the prison. The orderlies never bothered them and seemed to just leave them to their own devices, as though they were scared of the blacks. To be honest, they probably were scared of them. I know I certainly was. But the prison guards were being paid to do a job, which they were clearly failing to do.

Basically, the black prisoners were running protection rackets and blackmailing the white prisoners, threatening violent retribution if their demands were not met. I tried to keep my head down and stay out of bother, but it didn’t last long.

My cellmate, a white guy named Dan, told me a story the first week I was there about the time he had ran foul of the black men. The boss of the blacks, a big African who stank of weed and BO, had demanded that Dan’s wife smuggle drugs into the prison and give them to Dan before passing them on to the blacks. Dan’s wife had refused and Dan had suffered the consequences. The blacks had dished out a good hiding and Dan had spent a week in hospital recovering. Dan’s wife had seen sense after that and had begun smuggling illegal drugs into the prison for the blacks. All the prison orderlies had known what had happened yet had done nothing to stop it. It seemed the white inmates had nowhere to hide, no protection at all.

I was into the second week of my sentence when I encountered the black boss, a evil-looking black man named Duke. He was an imposing figure, over six feet tall and built like a brick shit house. The rancid smell of him alone was enough off knock me off my feet, so I made no fuss when he relieved me of my tobacco and cigarette papers.

But he wasn’t happy with just my smoking paraphernalia. He put his face close to mine, the foul stench of his breath wafting up my nose and making me gag, and head-butted me on the cheek. A prison guard turned the corner and witnessed the assault, but turned round and walked away, as if nothing had happened. It was a warning from Duke, letting me know who was in charge.

Visiting times were at weekends. They were open-contact visits held on two acres of land. Lags and their visitors sat around in groups, supervised by the prison officers.

When my wife Sophie saw me she was shocked. She could see I’d had a smack on the face and knew another inmate had set on me. She was devastated that I’d been getting a hard time. I told her not to worry. I could cope with it. It was only three months after all – hardly a life sentence. She was inconsolable at first, but I managed to calm her down a little before making off to fetch us a cup of coffee.

While I was gone, Duke and a couple of other black inmates approached Sophie. Unbeknown to me, she was warned that I would get hurt – seriously hurt – if she refused to do as they demanded. They told her that on her next visit she was expected to smuggle a carton of cigarettes into the grounds. In return Duke would protect me and insure my safety from the other black inmates.

She reluctantly agreed, fearing for both my safety and hers.

They pointed out the gardener’s shed and told her that once in the grounds with the smokes, she was to leave the carton on a shelf in the shed. The shed was right by the car park visitors’ toilets. Also, he warned her that she was not to tell me about the arrangement. That it was to be their little secret. Again, reluctantly, she agreed to the black man’s demand.

When I returned with the coffees, Duke and the two other blacks were walking away from Sophie. Worried, I asked what had happened. She tried to lay my fears to rest, telling me they were just being friendly and asking how she was and making innocent small talk. I could see she was quite shaken up but I was powerless to do anything about it.

My wife Sophie was only thirty-two, eight years younger than me. She grew up in a middle-class, right-wing household, and had seldom, if ever, come into contact with blacks. She had been brought up prejudice, taught to believe that blacks were primitive creatures, troublemakers that should be avoided at all costs. Sophie hated blacks and feared them immensely, so it was no surprise that she was shaken up after her encounter with Duke and his goons.

Sophie was a small girl with large tits and a tight little snatch. Her skin was as pale as milk, her hair a fiery red. She was also very prim and proper, especially in the bedroom. A sexual adventure for her would be doing it doggy style with the lights on. She never really had any interest in sex and feared the large appendages and primitive nature of black men.

The following week I was moved into a cell with a black inmate, one of Duke’s closest friends. It was an absolute nightmare. The guy stank the cell out with his body odour and skunkweed, making me gag and heave every time he came anywhere near me. Honestly I don’t think the guy had washed for at least a year. Also, he would go through my possessions and take whatever he wanted without even asking, as blasé as you like. I just accepted it and kept my head down, not wanting to incur the wrath of the other blacks.

Sophie was very subdued and nervous when she visited the following weekend. I knew something was wrong straight away. She just told me to piss off and pulled away from me when I tried to kiss her on the cheek. I did all the talking and she barely said two words to me during the visit. I knew Duke and his goons had rattled her, but I had no idea what they’d done.

The following weekend Sophie looked petrified. We were sitting on the grass, alone, a fair distance away from anyone else, when Duke and three blacks came and sat with us. Duke sat down and wedged his big bulking body between us then asked if we minded that he joined us. I nodded my approval, not wanting to offend him. Surprisingly, he was being quite friendly, and had even brought some cans of drink and handed them out to us. I could see Sophie was nervous, and she said very little during the conversation. Just nodded her head and forced a smile every now and then with her bottom lip quivering as though holding back tears.

Once we finished our drinks Duke ordered me to go to the canteen and fetch some more. I saw Sophie glance across at me with petrified eyes before I left her there alone with the four blacks. I was reluctant to leave her alone with them, but what choice did I have?

When I arrived back with the drinks, Sophie was sitting surrounded by the four black men. It was quite a hot day and the blacks had stripped off their shirts, showing off their bulky torsos, and their shoes and socks. They were all topless and barefoot. The stench emanating from their bodies was quite frightful.

Sophie was sat there, nestled in amongst the sweaty black flesh, holding her nose. I gave out the drinks and joined them and sat talking for another ten minutes. Sophie never said a word, just sat stock-still and staring vacantly into the distance while she sipped her drink.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the four blacks finally got bored, picked up their shirts, shoes and socks and sauntered off, leaving Sophie and me alone. We lay down together, side to side. I could see she was distressed, but my urges overwhelmed me. I had been cooped up in this prison for weeks without even a glimpse of female flesh.

Trying not to look too obvious, I smoothed a hand up her dress, despite her protestations and her attempts to stop me. She had no panties on, and I managed a quick fondle of her pussy before she pulled my hand away. I was shocked to find her cunt stretched and gaping open like a yawning mouth.

Sophie broke down after that and told me everything that had happened to her over the previous weekends.

She told me that Duke had demanded she hide a carton of cigarettes in the gardener’s shed before visiting time. She had done as he asked and, after making sure the coast was clear, had gone into the shed to hide the ciggies. But as she had gone inside the shed, Duke had followed her in and closed the door behind him.

She had been petrified, completely intimidated by the man’s sheer size and bulk. The fact that he was black had only added to her fear.

First, he had calmly told her to undo her top, insisting that she show him her tits. Overpowered with fear, she had complied. Her hands had been trembling, so it had taken her a few minutes to strip off her top and bra. Once she was bare from the waist up, Duke had mauled her tits with his large hands and sucked ferociously at her tender teats. Her gasps and whimpers had only spurred him on, made him hornier, fiercer.

Between mouthfuls of her firm tits, Duke had ordered her to raise the hem of her dress to her waist, threatening to hurt her if she refused to show off her pretty white snatch.

Sophie had lifted her dress before Duke ripped her panties in half with his bare hands. Forcing her against the wall of the grotty shed, he had thrusts one, then two, then three fat fingers into her tight fuck-hole. That’s all he did for a good while, just fingered her fiercely while devouring her upper half with his big fleshy lips. But then Sophie’s worst fears were confirmed when she glanced down and saw he had his rampant cock out. He held her against the wall and impaled her with his large ebony rod, fucking her senseless, showing her no mercy.

After he had filled her with his potent spunk, he had demanded that she not tell me what had happened. He also slipped her ripped panties into his pocket, claiming them as a souvenir.

Much the same thing had happened on the visit after that. But on the second occasion he had made her strip completely naked for him in the dim light of the gloomy shed. To her horror, he had then flopped out his snake-like organ, forced her to her knees and made her suck him off for a good fifteen minutes. Her jaw ached by the time he lifted her to her feet. He had then slammed her against the shed wall and fucked her with hard, pounding thrusts again, battering her sweet pussy into submission. Afterward, he cleaned his cum from her pussy with her panties and again took them as a trophy.

Sophie said that when Duke and his three goons had surrounded her during today’s visit, while I was away fetching some drinks, he had made her flash her cunt for the other blacks that were with him. Then one of them had fingered her. It was only when I came back that he had pulled his black fingers from her pussy. Apparently the other two blacks were disappointed that they didn’t get a turn to slip their fat fingers into her.

Sophie pleaded with me to not tell Duke that she had told me what had happened to her. The black guy I’d been sharing a cell with that week had seen a letter she had sent me, with our address on it, and had relayed it back to Duke. So she had to comply with his demands, otherwise his gang members on the outside could hurt her if she went against his wishes. And I’d be dealt with severely from inside the prison.

It was a real predicament that Sophie found herself in. I was angry at what had happened to my timid young wife. But at the same time I found myself strangely turned on by it all.

Taking into account Sophie’s prejudiced upbringing, coupled with her strong aversion to sex and black men’s cocks, along with her tender age of thirty-two, I thought she was taking it all quite well. I asked how she felt about it all.

She told me that being raped by a black man had been the most shocking, devastating, humiliating and degrading experience of her life. The ordeal she had suffered at the hands of Duke in the shed was bad enough, but the fact he was now passing her around to be used and abused by the other gang members was all too much to take. But she had no choice but to accept it. After I had been locked up, Sophie had moved back to her parents’ home, so it was not only her safety at jeopardy from violent retribution if she refused Duke’s demands, but also her mother’s and father’s. She would have to endure it for the time being and hope he would soon get bored of her and move his attention to someone else.

Before she left, again she pleaded with me not to tell Duke that she had confided in me. I felt so helpless, so sorry for her. But the more I thought about my timid little white wife being brutally raped by a big black criminal, the more turned on I got.

At dinner that night in the prison canteen, I kept stealing glimpses at Duke as we queued up for our food, trying to envision him fucking my little wife. That night it occupied my thoughts. It was all I could think about. Visions of Sophie’s body being battered and abused by a large ebony cock dominated my mind. I must have kept my cellmate awake most of the night with all the grunting and squirming I was doing in bed as I frantically wanked myself off into the early hours.

Over the following days, the black guys that hung out with Duke made sly remarks about Sophie, taunting me. Saying things like: “Has your missus got a nice bush?” and “I bet you can’t wait to get home and fuck your wife’s brains out. I bet she’s a great little fuck”. They were all well aware that Duke had fucked my wife and that she had been made to flash her cunt to three of them.

The fuckers were taunting me. After a couple of days I was seething. During our exercise period in the yard, I pulled Duke to one side to speak to him alone. I thought that if I told him that I knew what he had done to my wife, told him that I could have him convicted for rape, then he would stop fucking her and tell his cronies to leave off with the taunting.

It was bad idea. He just laughed at me, said that he hadn’t raped her, claimed that she had fucked him willingly. He claimed that she went into the shed knowing full well that she was going to get fucked, and that she had loved every minute of it. Even begged for more.

In sheer desperation, I pleaded with him to keep Sophie for himself. Keep the others out of it. I didn’t want my timid wife gangbanged by a group of black thugs.

He just looked me in the eye and, grinning, said, “No way, man. In here, we black men share what we got. You can watch them finger and fuck her cunt and watch her suck their black cocks. You might even get your fingers wet after the others are finished with her – if you’re a good boy, that is. Now fuck off and don’t bother me again!”

When I left, I realised I had made a mistake – I should have kept my mouth shut. I knew he would escalate things now. Go out his way to humiliate us even more. Now I knew things were going to take a turn for the worst, all I could do was prey that we would both get through this in one piece.

Later on that evening, Duke sent one of his minions to call me over to his cell. When I entered the cell there were several black men huddled together watching a TV. Duke was lying on his bed, wearing just his underpants. He perched himself up on his elbows, pulled a garment from his bedside draw and threw it to me. “Do you recognise these?”

I recognised them immediately. It was a pair of Sophie’s best panties, a pair I had bought her for Valentines Day, ripped down the front and all crusty with cum stains.

“You can keep those,” he said, “I’ve got another pair here.“ He held up another pair for my inspection. They were also Sophie’s, in the same condition as the other pair, ripped and covered in crusty spunk stains.

One of the blacks watching the TV, a scrawny little eighteen-year-old covered in zits and sweating profusely, butted in. “Hey, Duke, man, I wanted those panties.”

Duke ordered me to hand the panties over to the scrawny little black teenager. The teenager held the gusset to his nose and inhaled my wife’s panties before exclaiming, “I hope she’s early this weekend. It’s my turn, man, and I’m gonna fuck that white bitch so hard she’ll be walking bow-legged for a fucking week!”

From then on I was truly dreading my wife’s next visit. I preyed that she wouldn’t show up. As much as I wanted to see her, I feared for her safety. Whatever the blacks had in store for her this weekend, I knew it was going to be too much for her to take. The thought that these animals could get to her even in the safety of her parents’ home, drained my hopes away and made me realise that Sophie was going to be brutalised by these black beasts no matter where she turned.

*

On the day of her visit I had mixed feelings. I knew Duke would fuck her before I even got to see her, and again I was strangely turned on by the thought. Just as I had been after her last visit. It revolted me that I was aroused by the thought, but I couldn’t help it. I sat out on the field alone, in breathless anticipation, waiting for Sophie to arrive.

An hour later, she joined me in the visitor’s yard. She looked a real mess. Her hair was ruffled, her make-up smeared, and she was walking bow-legged. Her cheeks were blushing bright red and she was sobbing. She had obviously just endured another assault from Duke and his goons. She was wearing a dress that buttoned down the front. I could see her nipples protruding through the material and knew she was braless. And most probably panty-less after her latest ordeal with Duke.

She sat down with me and began by telling me that Duke had yelled at her then threatened to hurt her if she divulged any more information to me. She had promised not to tell me anything else and to comply with any demand he made, no matter how humiliating, if he promised not to hurt her. She was inconsolable after that, crying hysterically with her face on my shoulder as I hugged her when Duke turned up with several black thugs in tow. Sophie went quiet when she saw Duke. She sat stock-still looking down at the floor with her shoulders hunched, residual sobs still racking her chest, her bottom lip quivering uncontrollably as she held back tears.

“You,” barked Duke, pointing at me. “Sit opposite your wife.”

I didn’t argue and shuffled round so I was sitting opposite Sophie.

Duke turned his attention to Sophie. “Pull up your knees and spread your legs,” he demanded.

She did as he asked, bent her legs at the knees and opened her legs.

“Wider!” he snapped.

As Sophie spread her legs I saw up her dress. As I surmised, she was panty-less, her cunt gaping wide like a yawning mouth. I watched dumbstruck as thick cum oozed from her abused pussy. Duke had shot his potent seed into her and had demanded she clench it all in until he demanded she release it, obviously for my viewing pleasure. It made me feel sick to my stomach, but also more excited than I had been in long time.

The other blacks were gathered around, all inspecting her cum-soaked pussy. Sophie’s face was glowing bright red, trembling as she held her legs open as wide as they would go. Then the spotty little teenager, the one who had stolen her panties from me in Duke’s cell, moved to her side. He was grinning mischievously as he knelt down and started fingering her cunt in front of everyone. His fingers were covered in cum when he pulled them out. He wiped them on her dress before the other blacks all had a turn at fingering her while I watched. Sophie was trembling all over, her eyes closed tight.

Duke then started barking orders. First he told us to gather closely around Sophie in a group and for me to finger her. As I slipped a finger into my wife’s sloppy cunt, the black teenager was told to sit down next to her, and then Sophie was instructed to flop out the black lad’s cock and play with it. She did as she was told, fished out the lad’s manhood and fondled it in her delicate hand.

Duke watched for a while before telling one of the others to keep look out. I was instructed to sit in front of my wife to block the view of any passers by. It was all so surreal, like I was in a dream. I was sitting there watching this black kid abuse my pretty little wife and I couldn’t do a thing about it.

Then the black lad had her tits out and on show for everyone to see. He was devouring her breasts like a wild beast, nibbling her nipples and giving the fleshy parts love bites while fingering her hard and fast. Sophie was still stroking his filthy cock as instructed.

I tried to jump to my feet and intervene when the scrawny black kid forced my wife’s head down to his erect cock and thrust it into her reluctant mouth. Duke gripped me, held me back. He held my arms behind my back and moved me in closer so my face was just inches away from the sordid action.

Sophie was gagging and choking, whimpering and whining as the black lad pushed her head hard down onto his large ebony rod. He was moving her head up and down by her hair, milking his cock with her face. When he came he held her head there for the whole time, cramming his ejaculating member deep into her oesophagus, depositing a copious amount of thick spunk down her throat. The little fucker smiled at me and asked if I was enjoying the show.

When he finally released her hair she snapped her head back, dislodging the black cock from her throat and coughing up the thick liquid.

“I told you she gave good head,” beamed Duke.

The black lad gave me cheeky smile and winked.

Time was getting on, so the group of blacks left us alone, revelling and rejoicing in what had just taken place. Sophie fixed herself up the best she could and I walked her to the gate. When I kissed her goodbye, I thrust my tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately, long and hard for some time. She tried to pull away but I held her there. I thought about the black lad that had come in her mouth just minutes before. I could taste the lingering scent of his masculine deposit in her mouth. It was sick but I was seriously aroused by her latest ordeal at the hands of the black beasts.

When she finally managed to pull away, she got in her car at speed off home.

***

Later that night I was summoned to Duke’s cell again. This time it was packed from wall to wall with black men, and it stank to high heaven in there. The smell of cannabis and body odour hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to breath in there.

He proudly went on to explain what he had done to Sophie in the shed that day, and that she had had the biggest orgasm of her life. “She loves black cock, don’t she? You see the way she sucked our lad’s cock? She swallowed the lot, the dirty bitch. The boy gave me two packets of smokes for that blowjob. Not a bad bit of business.”

They were humiliating me, rubbing it in my face. I was angry, but the visions of what I had seen that day occupied my mind that night, turning me on life nothing else before. A plethora of images flashed through my mind, all involving my wife and big black cocks.

The heckling went on all week. They were telling me what was going to happen the next weekend. Every single black man wanted a blowjob from my wife. They were all putting in bids, offering up contraband, trying to persuade Duke to let them be the next in line for a blowjob. The teenage lad had got a real taste for my wife after his blowjob, and was now pleading with Duke to let him fuck her. He said he would give him everything he owned for a fuck with Sophie.

*

When Sophie joined me in the visitor’s yard the following weekend, I could see she had been through a hell of an ordeal in the shed. She didn’t care anymore, and she just blurted it all out, told me everything that had happened.

Sophie had entered the shed and had been confronted by both Duke and the spotty teenager. She had been forced to strip naked and fucked by Duke while the teenager fucked her face. She had been subjected to a violent spit-roasting for a good ten minutes, before the black lad had his turn and fucked her really rough and hard. She said she hated the kid. He smelt worse than the rest of them and took great delight in hurting and humiliating her.

Sophie flashed me her tits, showing me the bruises and bite marks caused by the black lad on her previous visit. He had tried to fuck her in the arse earlier in the shed, but Duke had stopped him saying it would cost another packet of smokes, which he didn’t have.

This time they gave us a good half hour alone time before they invaded our moment together. They sat down around us and Duke barked, “Okay, Sophie, do your thing.”

Sophie, with no hesitation, spread her legs wide, exposing her bare cunt to the group. He demanded that I feel her pussy, and then went on to explain how she was so wet when she had entered the shed that day that his cock had slipped in with no effort at all.

“She was glad to see both me and our young lad here, knowing she was about to get fucked by two black cocks at once,” he boasted.

I fingered my wife on Duke’s orders. She was sopping wet and full of fresh sticky cum.

“Fucking clean her up,” barked Duke.

I used my hanky to mop up the thick gunk leaking from her well-used gash.

“Fuck off over there,” he told me. “Let the others have a go while you watch.”

I did as I was told and sat out the way.

They were now getting bolder with each visit. Her dress was open at the front down to her waist, her tits on full display. As luck would have it, most of the people were a long way away and too busy with there visiting time to worry about us.

The other two blacks got a blowjob from my wife that day while we all huddled round her. They had her devour their rampant rods for a good twenty minutes before shooting a load down her throat. The teenage boy was horny at the sight of all this, as was I, and also got a blowjob from her. I decided to ask Duke if I could get some head too. Would they cover and keep watch out for me?

He thought that really funny, me asking that. "Yeah, okay," he said, after pausing for a minute to think about the irony. "Huddle round, boys. Let hubby get his fair share."

I tried to get beside Sophie, but he pointed to her exposed cunt. “Get down there! You wanted a head job, right. Do it."

I refused. I just couldn't lick her cunt with all those black guy's cum leaking out of it.

"Do it, fucker! Do it now!" he yelled.

I hesitated. Duke grabbed my head by the hair and pushed my face down in to her sloppy cunt. "Now fucking lick it. Don't you want it any more, now that it's had some black cock? You fucking racist?"

I could smell their cum and her odour. I licked her tentatively. She was looking down at me and I knew that she was getting hot. She thrust her cunt into my face. The whole situation was so depraved, I just kept thinking about her and the black cocks fucking her, and of both our humiliation at the hands of the black beasts.

The next few visits were much the same. I tried to talk Sophie out of coming any more, but she just said that she was afraid not to. Each time she came Duke and the spotty teenager fucked her in the shed, then the other blacks fingered her in the visitor's compound and received blowjobs from her.

That fucker Duke even had her the last day I was there. Sophie had come to pick me up at midday, just before lunch. But she had to meet him and the teenager in the shed before seeing me. They'd told her that she had to do it or they'd send someone around to our place to get even.

This time she had to take it in the cunt and arse; Duke in the cunt and the boy in the arse, both at the same time. The boy gave her love bites on her tits and around her cunt area as something to remember him by.

She told me later on the drive home what they had done to her. As soon as I got her home, I took her straight to bed, stripped her naked and just looked at her body. Her cunt and arse were still dripping with cum and gaping open like a yawning mouth.

I couldn't wait any longer. I just plunged my cock in to the slimy mess and thought of the two black men who had been fucking her cunt and arse an hour before and all the blowjobs she’d given over the last few months. With my frantic pounding Sophie climaxed immediately and pushed me off and moved down and sucked me dry. I was amazed at how good of a cocksucker she'd become.

I had never been able to fuck her in the arse before, but now after what the blacks had done to her, she was quite willing to let me do it to her.

For the next few months that was all we talked about in bed, with Sophie going over the events in the shed in minute detail. It was a real turn on for me. Having a dominant black male taking advantage of the situation, and then displaying her to his friends for their use and enjoyment.

It became a fixation with us; we talked about recreating the situation with another black male and finally decided to advertise in the local swinger magazine. We even got a few replies, but Sophie always backed out each time with an excuse of some kind.

Then one day fate took a hand. I was still on parole and attending sessions. Sophie had decided to wait outside the building. To her shock and horror Duke walked out after having had his meeting and talked to her like an old friend!

Once again Duke just took control of the situation. By the time I was done with my meeting with the parole officer he had told my wife that he would come home with us and stay for a while. I told him that we had things to do, so maybe another time.

But he insisted and got into the car beside my wife. Again, the fear came flooding back. My blood ran cold. Sophie was very quiet too. Reluctantly, we agreed to take him home with us. I felt humiliated by the fact that Duke had again scared me into letting him abuse my wife.

As we entered our house, I had a cold sensation come over me. I knew what was going to happen and I knew I couldn't stop it. Sophie was red-faced and breathing hard with fear. She too knew the situation was out of our control. I sat at the kitchen table, but Duke just asked where the bedroom was, told Sophie to show him.

My house was suddenly infused with that all too familiar stench of skunkweed and stale body odour, emanating from the black criminal.

I followed quietly, feeling like I was the intruder here. He sat on the bed. "Okay, I want you to strip off slowly for me, Sophie," he said. "No rush."

Sophie looked at me.

"Don't worry about him," Duke said. “He’ll do as he’s fucking well told.”

She removed her blouse and skirt then hesitated. She just had her bra and panties on and was about to undo her bra when Duke told her to stop. "Let him do it," he said. "Get behind her and remove her bra for me."

I felt totally humiliated. But I undid her bra, exposing her tits to his view.

"Play with them," he told me. "I want her nice and ready for me."

I fondled her breasts.

"Okay, now her panties."

I slid her panties down her smooth legs and then removed them.

"Finger her," he said.

I did.

"Pull her open," he said, "Is she wet?" he asked.

I replied numbly, "Yes she is."

He called her over to him. Then started fingering her. "Mmmm yes, very wet," he laughed. He stood up and then told her to undress him. "You can go and get me a beer," he said to me.

I left the bedroom, just as Sophie was removing his underpants. When I returned, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and Sophie was kneeling down between his legs sucking his big black cock.

"Don't you knock?" he said.

I said nothing, but I could see he was trying to humiliate me some more.

He gulped down the beer then stood up. Sophie stopped sucking his cock.

"Get on that bed and spread your legs wide for me," he told her. His cock was enormous and as black as coal, even blacker than the rest of him.

Sophie did not make eye contact with me; she lay on her back and opened her legs wide for Duke. Just looking at her there, totally exposed and waiting for him to fuck her, gave me an erection.

He finished his beer, threw the can on the floor. Then told me to get another one for after he was done with my wife.

This time when I returned I stood at the door, my bedroom door, and knocked.

"Okay, come in."

I entered. He was on top of Sophie, fucking her violently. I put the beer down.

"Okay," he said, "you can go now."

I hesitated.

"Fuck off, asshole! I'll call you when I want something," he growled nastily.

Defeated, I left and closed the door behind me.
 
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