Just a warning, this story had a lot of “loving wives” content, some “Good Sam” stuff and no graphic sex scenes. It’s not fit for anyone to read, so you have been warned.
I grew up in a small town in Kentucky. The one thing we had going for us was a Toyota plant moved there. This meant two things, first a lot of money went into our schools and community. Second, a lot of Japanese people moved to our tiny little corner of the world. None of this really affected me until my freshman year of high school. I guess I benefitted from a better school, but I hadn’t even spoken to a Japanese person since the plant moved here. They ran in their own group – not mixing much with the local rednecks.
The very first day of my freshman year in high school, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen sat down in front of me during our first period class. Her name was Mary, but that isn’t her real name. The Japanese often took American nicknames to fit in better. Her father was a big shot in Toyota and was transferred to our little town. It served his public image to have his daughter enrolled at a public school, as Toyota was pumping lots of money into our school system, and it would be a big statement if he still didn’t feel like it was worthy of his own daughter.
I have always been a big step down from people like her. I’m a second-rate athlete, a second-rate student, and second rate in the looks department. Mary didn’t even know I existed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with who I am, but it’s just realistic to know where your lane is too, and she was out of my lane for sure.
Of course, by our senior year, she was dating the star quarterback on the football team, was going to be the #1 student academically in our class and was elected prom queen. As far as high school went, she was famous. None of which really mattered to me. I was in an entirely different galaxy than her.
Imagine my surprise on the first day of college, when she sits down in my row for my very first class at the very basic college I attended. OK, so she still didn’t know I existed, but at least I got to lust over her from a far. I was just surprised she was attending our university and not some ivy league school. While still a sweet girl, Mary was also very aware of her own beauty and believe me, she was absolutely stunning.
Mary was average height – maybe 5 feet 5 inches, with lightly tan skin and long, silky black hair that went all the way down her back to the sexiest bubble butt I’d ever seen. It was the perfect ratio and super firm. Surprisingly she had fairly large breasts for an Asian woman, but she was still was very slim. She quickly became the recipient of most of the male student’s attention at our little college.
If she was popular in high school, she exploded in college. Out from under the watchful eyes of her parents, she apparently discovered the joys of sex, and gave any good-looking guy a try. It wasn’t exactly a secret that if you got a date with her, you would get to see how she performed in bed, and believe me, a lot of guys got the firsthand experience. It was a constantly changing list of the top athletes and jock types she was dating. She was quietly referred to as the “Mary-Go-Round” because she definitely made it around the campus.
So, you can understand my confusion when at the start of our senior year she just came right up to me in my first class and asked me when I was going to take her out. Well, of course I wanted my turn on the Mary-go-round since I had lusted after her for years, but I was shocked that she even knew my name.
I quickly found out she also knew I went to high school with her, and even knew what classes we had together. Apparently, I hadn’t been completely unknown to her. She had known me all along, but before now had no interest in dating me. I wondered why she was suddenly interested now. Had she run out of muscle-heads to play with?
Of course, I asked her out after she pretty much told me to. Nobody turns Mary down. I didn’t do anything special for our first date. I was a poor college kid who ate ramen noodles at an embarrassingly frequent rate just to scrap by, but I managed to pull enough money together for a dinner followed by a concert by my favorite band in a bar for our first date.
Mary was absolutely stunning when she dressed up for a date. I needed duct tape to keep my jaw off the floor. She had a flawless beauty that came without her even trying. She dressed classy but sexy. I think she could make a potato sack sexy. Everyone who saw us lusted over her and envied me for having her as my date.
Everything seemed to go well, we chatted pleasantly enough, but to be honest, she really didn’t seem very interested in me. She wasn’t cold, but just not enthusiastic about it. Despite her reputation as easy, I didn’t even get a peck on the check at the end of our date. However, equally as surprising, she told me to meet her for coffee the next afternoon. I was as confused as much as it was possible to be confused.
We went on like this for several weeks. She didn’t seem particular excited about going out with me, yet we kept spending time together. I was torn for a long time between wanting to find out why she was going out with me, but not wanting to blow my chance with her either. The one thing that concerned me is I knew she was also dating another guy at the same time. There is truly no privacy in college, but we hadn’t said anything about being exclusive, so I didn’t worry about it.
The question of why she was dating me ate at me for weeks. Mary finally allowed me to kiss her and hold her hand, but not even a sniff of the “mattress strapped to her back” reputation she had acquired up to that point. I decided I had to know. I’m not bad looking, just average, but I didn’t want to waste my time either. It was my senior year, and I wanted to have some fun if it wasn’t going anywhere with her. I was afraid I was headed for the “Friend-Zone”.
One night as we were walking in the park, I asked her. “Mary, why are you dating me? I’m not up to your standards, and you don’t really seem to be attracted to me.”
“Jason, you are a nice guy.” she replied. “I am attracted to you, but you are totally different from the guys I usually date, and that was by my choice. You don’t understand my culture. My parents will be expecting me to get married after I graduate. Yes, I like to have fun. I’m not going to lie about it. I am well aware I have a reputation, but those guys are just for fun, nothing more. I can’t bring one of them home to meet my parents. My father would eat them alive.”
“So, I’m just keeping the seat warm until you find a husband?” I fired back.
“No Jason.” Mary tried to explain. “I am very serious about my intentions with you. The thing is, I have no interest in stopping having fun. Life is supposed to be fun, and I want an exciting life. To me, a boring life is worse than death. You seem like the kind of mature, intelligent guy who can understand that and accept it. We’ve been dating for two months, and you haven’t even tried to get me in bed once. You are the kind of guy I can bring home to my parents. You are the type of guy I can rely upon in the long run.”
“What are you saying?” I pleaded with her to be more clear.
“I’m saying, I intend to choose a guy to get engaged to. It’s between you and Brent, whom I’m sure you know I’m also dating. After college, I intend to get married and have the public image my family requires. My husband will work hard, appear at all the required social functions, and keep an outstanding public image. In return, I would see to it that all of his needs are satisfied, and I will be a good wife to him. We would just have an understanding that our agreement includes us being able to date on the side. We will just agree to keep our affairs discrete and maintain the public image expected while we continue enjoying our lives.” Mary laid it all out to me.
I don’t know if it is a Japanese thing, but she took a very business-like approach to it. She simply didn’t think of the “Boy Toys” as husband material, and any guy of proper husband material wasn’t capable of keeping her carnal needs fully satisfied. From what I’d heard, I don’t think any one single guy was capable of making her sexually complete. She just desired variety and frequency. I can understand that in a way but tolerating that from a girl you are dating and wanting a wife like that is two completely different things.
She congratulated me on being sharp enough to get it out of her before she brought it up. Brent even didn’t know the whole story yet. In fact, she asked for my discretion because she didn’t intend on telling him for now. She wanted to continue evaluating us to see which one she should choose to become her fiancée. Then she surprised me.
“Are you asking all of this because you are losing interest?” Mary inquired. “Because if you are, I would allow you to start having vaginal sex with me. It’s only fair. I’ve been having sex with Brent for a month now.”
I just couldn’t get over how she treated sex as a fringe benefit. Like an extra week of vacation an employer dangles to get a candidate to accept a job offer. Her entire mentality was just different. Maybe that was her mind set. Maybe she didn’t expect to enjoy sex with me, and that concerned me a lot. There is only one way to find out, and “little Jason” won my internal debate, so I decided to ignore the red flags my brain was waving. After all, I’m not an idiot. Of course, I accepted her offer of sex.
The sight of her naked body nearly brought me to tears. Her skin was absolutely perfect. Not a blemish anywhere. Trust me, I studied every inch. I can’t tell you enough how amazing it is. Tan and silky smooth, I could just touch her for hours. I wanted to just massage her skin when we weren’t having sex it was that nice to touch.
While her breasts weren’t the biggest, they were a work of art in themselves. Perfect C cups with nipples that pointed up slightly. A sculptor couldn’t create a more perfect shape. Just right for sucking on as I fucked her. Her pussy was clean shaved and fit like a glove. When she squeezed down on little Jason, I could not hold back. She was in total control. She could make me cum any time she wanted me to.
The most surprising thing was how easily she got off. I’m no superman in bed, not by a long shot, but I managed to bring her to 4 orgasms the very first night we had sex. Something I was sure to improve upon as I got to know her body more, but it was impressive enough already. Maybe that is why she was incapable of monogamy. She had a sexual appetite few could match.
These weren’t 4 bullshit fake orgasms like in videos. These were genuine, making ugly faces, uncontrollable shaking, true monster orgasms. Talk about an ego boost. I felt like John Holmes fucking her. She enjoyed it so much, I can understand why she wants as much sex as possible.
All fall long, we kept dating, and everything went well. However, I was disappointed when she didn’t invite me to visit her at her parents’ house over the Christmas holiday. I heard though the grape vine that she had brought Brent home to meet her parents instead. So, I guess I had lost. She didn’t contact me over the holiday, which was normal when she was out with someone else, but knowing she took Brent home sealed it. She had picked him.
When we got back to school in January, and I still hadn’t heard from her, I figured my turn was over. Yes, I was disappointed, but I’d never expected to be with her anyway and no matter what, she can’t take back the memories I already had. Little Jason certainly would never forget her.
But before the second day of class, Mary showed up at my dorm room and asked why I hadn’t called her. I told her that I heard she had chosen Brent, so I didn’t want to interfere. She told me that I was mistaken. She had not chosen Brent. So, I asked her if she took Brent home over Christmas, and she said she indeed had, but that didn’t mean she had picked him over me. Brent may have been ahead of me at that time, but when she told him of her expectations of her fiancé, he dropped out.
“So, I win by default?” I laughed, half joking, half serious.
“Nobody said you won yet.” Mary replied. “No, you don’t have any competition now, but that doesn’t mean you have won.”
“So, you aren’t dating anyone else?” I put her feet to the fire. I was trying to sneak in some intelligence as to if she was still seeing any of her “boy toys”.
“I didn’t say that.” She replied vaguely. “I’m just not dating anyone else as a potential fiancé.”
She had turned the tables on me. I had pressed her to get her to admit she was fucking someone else, and she didn’t back down. Instead, she put it back to me to accept what she was doing or drop out. I could find a lot of problems with what Mary wanted in a fiancé, but at least she wasn’t lying about it.
“Who are you dating?” I decided to test her honesty.
“Gary Phelps, right now.” she immediately snapped back, then pulled up a photo of them together (not sexual). I was a bit surprised he is black, but I don’t discriminate. I guess she doesn’t either. Damn, there is just no defeating her. I guess she felt like time is running out with Graduation 5 months away, and she had to find out if I was going to stay in the running or not.
“I’m not engaged yet, so there is no reason I need to be discrete, but it is just for fun. He’s not a potential fiancé.” Mary continued.
She seemed to have it all figured out – it was not some snap decision. She had thought this through. I did admire her honesty. At least she was not doing this behind my back. I can’t say American women give guys that much respect in a lot of cases.
“Now, are we going to continue dating or do I need to find someone else?” she forced me to decide.
Once again, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I know a good thing when I see one. Within two minutes of my agreeing to keep dating, she was naked on my bed again, waiting for me. That certainly quieted any doubts I might have had. Or distracted me at least.
We continued along just like we were. In March, I even got to meet Mary’s parents during spring break. I wasn’t sure if they liked me or they were just being polite, but Mary said her father approved of me. I guess I had passed that test at least. I spent every day over the break at her house.
Finals was a tough two-week period, and Mary and I didn’t see a lot of each other those two weeks, but the minute the last final was over, Mary was back in my dorm room again. All that was left in school was getting our grades and graduating. I had actually done pretty well, and I managed to stay in the top 10% of our class while Mary was in the top ten students of our class.
After “satisfying my needs” Mary told me to get dressed so we could talk. It was late May, and very nice outside, so we took a walk.
“My parents will be throwing me a graduation party the day after graduation.” she informed me. “I expect you to be there.”
“Of course.” I replied. “Mary had beaten into my brain that social obligations were expected to be fulfilled, and the Japanese were all about social events and public appearances. It would be scandalous if the man she had dated for a year did not attend her graduation party.
“There’s something else.” Mary got uncharacteristically nervous. “I want us to get engaged at the party, if you are willing.”
“So, I’ve officially won?” I teased her. I liked trying to interject some humor into the uncomfortable situations, and I think she liked that. She tended to be too serious sometimes.
“Yes Jason, you have won.” Mary laughed. “If you must know, it has always been you. From the day I selected you to date me, it was with the expectation that we would end up engaged.”
“But you took Brent home for Christmas.” I reminded her.
“Brent doesn’t have the character you have.” Mary responded. “I knew he would fold at my demands, plus I knew my father would automatically hate the first guy I brought home.”
“So, you had that planned all along?” I was finally catching up. Maybe Brent had been the back-up all along, and I was the prime candidate after all.
“Yes.” She admitted. “It was also a test for you. I wanted to see how you would respond to adversity. Would you get jealous and make a scene or would you handle it with discretion and dignity. Obviously, you did the right thing.”
I knew Mary was smart, but maybe I had underestimated her still. I was playing checkers and she was playing chess.
“If you decide to accept me, and everything I expect from my husband, then propose to me at the party and give me this ring. It belonged to my great-great-grandmother. You will know when the time is right.” Mary had even scripted her engagement. “If not, then it will be the end of our relationship.”
I had a week to think things over. Mary was more than I could have ever have wished for, and I’m not talking about her beauty. That’s off the charts. She was sweet, polite, kind, funny, smart, and driven. She knew what she wanted in life and was not going to compromise. The question is, could I be happy with the lifestyle she wanted. Was I willing to share her? Was I willing to share my fiancée?
The thought came back to me. I could date also if I wanted. The whole time we were dating, I had never even considered it, but she had definitely said that. I wondered for a second if she would be ok if I actually did. Then I nearly laughed at myself. Mary could handle a tornado inside an earthquake. I had no doubt she wouldn’t bat an eye if I did date as long as it was discretely.
I hadn’t told Mary of my decision when I arrived at the party. It was like one of those rich people parties you see in the movies. They had hired a butler for the night, and they had it catered with roving waiters serving drinks and appetizers. I’m sorry, rich people call them hors d’oeuvres. Mary’s parents greeted me warmly. Her father gave me a wink and quietly said, “Important night”.
Mary made her entrance, and I’m not nearly smart enough to have the proper words to describe her. She was gorgeous, elegant, and sexy all at once. The dress she was wearing must have cost a small fortune, but you only graduate once, right? She looked like a princess. I’d seen her naked, and yet I was still stunned. I wondered how she wasn’t a model or actress.
99% of the people at the party were Japanese, and I felt more than a little out of place. One of the guests let it slip that Mary’s father had asked everyone to speak English for the night, mostly due to my presence. I was actually grateful and impressed he had extended such a courtesy to me. Maybe he did like me after all.
The party was fun. Mary had to make the rounds to receive congratulations on her graduation, but she kept me close too. After dinner, Mary’s father made a speech, with surprising humility and passion. He loved his daughter very much, and I admired him for that. He was an impressive man. The kind of person I wanted to be. Maybe with a little more sense of humor, but something like that.
After he finished, he asked me if I wanted to say anything. This was the moment. I either had to make a nice speech or propose. I had decided which one a long time ago. It was no contest. If I could accept Mary dating other guys when we were going out, then it wasn’t really any different when we were engaged. Besides, I’d never find anyone as good as her. I made my proposal, and Mary accepted.
Three things changed very quickly. First, Mary, her Mother and my mother started working on wedding plans right away. They wanted a fall wedding – not a long engagement. Second, Mary started including me in her family’s activities, including teaching me Japanese and how to act appropriately in their culture. There was a lot more to it than I had expected, including understanding the “degree” of bow you give to other people, depending on their age and position. For the most part, I watched her father and copied what he did.
The third thing that changed was all evidence, heck all hints of Mary’s “outside” dating vanished overnight. Literally into thin air. I tried my best to catch her in the act, just to see if she was still doing it, but I could not find any evidence, no matter what trick I tried. Surprise calls, surprise drop-in visits, or sudden change in plans never produced even a hint of anything going on. She was good.
In August, just two months before our wedding, I still didn’t know if she was dating anyone on the side or not, so I asked her. “Mary, are you still dating other people?”
“If you don’t know, does it matter?” She replied. “If my own fiancé doesn’t even realize it, then I’ve honored our agreement properly. You know I won’t lie to you Jason. Yes, I’m still dating on occasion. Of course, we are very busy planning our future, so I don’t have as much time as when we were in college, but I still see someone sometimes. I told you I would be discrete, and I think I’ve done that.”
I could not argue that she had indeed been the utmost discrete. I knew it was just a sex thing, but I still could not help being curious. Was it one guy, or several? Did she go out every day or once a week? Thankfully I was distracted with my job and wedding preparations to keep me from obsessing over it. For the most part, I just tried not to think about it.
So, the last Saturday in September, we were married. Everything went great, and we even arranged a week’s vacations from our jobs to take a short honeymoon. Although we went to a tropical paradise, we barely saw the beach. I don’t know if it was just happiness at being married, or her being away from everything and everyone else for a week, but Mary damn near killed me. For example, we couldn’t make it out of the room for breakfast without having sex at least twice. She is insatiable.
The best night of all, was our wedding night. The white silk lingerie Mary wore was stunning. I was more horny than I’d even been in my life as she laid down beside me. She pulled my boxers down and started to go down on me. Something she had never done before. Of course, I was surprised and asked her what she was doing like the idiot I am.
“I am your wife now Jason. All of my body is yours.” she smiled so sweetly as she told me that. Damn if she didn’t look so sexy with my dick in her mouth. Hey, I’m a normal guy.
Feeling her mouth on my dick for the first time was indescribable. Definitely not the first time she had done this, but I didn’t care. She is amazing. I don’t know exactly what she did with her tongue, but I couldn’t hold back, and I burst in her mouth even without her doing the up and down pumping my past girlfriends had to do in order to get me to finish.
She let me take her in any position I wanted after that, and when I was fucking her doggy style, she even offered her ass to me. I cannot tell you how amazing it felt cumming in her butt. I had been dreaming about that since the first day I saw her and that sexy ass. She even had an orgasm during it. Mary was definitely not inhibited in bed; she had just waited for us to be married. I guess that was kind of sweet in a way.
As I said, she nearly killed me in that week. I’m no superman, so I can only keep having sex 5 times a day or more for so long no matter how sexy she is. By the end of the week, she would be desperately trying to suck the life back into my dick as we laid in bed late at night, having just fucked for the fifth or sixth time that day. I just didn’t have it in me, but she wanted more.
After a week, we went back to our life and with the help of Mary’s parents, we bought a house. Both our jobs were going well, and life was good. It was easier to tell when she was slipping out now that we lived together, but as agreed, I let it go. She honored our agreement, and I was getting more sex than I could handle, so why should I complain? We talked about it. There was no love or feelings with other guys. Just sex. She said she had vowed to only love me, and she felt she had honored that. She made me feel it too. It’s not one big thing, but all the little things added together. I won’t lie. She made me happy.
Nobody wants to hear about the boring parts, and for two and a half years, everything was good. Scratch that. Things were great. No issues what-so-ever. I don’t remember even one single fight. Sure, we had minor disagreements, but very quickly one of us gave in as it was just not worth arguing over.
One Friday night, after a rather brutal week at work, I came home to find Mary sitting at our kitchen table with a guy. She had been crying, and instantly I got defensive. Had the guy hurt her? He certainly looked capable. He was tall and muscular. He looked like one of those top-level athletes I had always looked up to in high school and college. Just the kind of guy Mary usually dated.
“Jason, this is Dave.” Mary introduced him.
“What’s this all about?” I asked her.
“Tell him.” Dave spoke to Mary in a harsh tone.
Mary sobbed a little. I’m not smart, but I’m no idiot either. Something was definitely wrong. Bad wrong. “Is he one of the guys you’ve been fucking?” I asked Mary kind of rudely. I didn’t like it getting thrown in my face.
“Yes, he is the guy I’ve been dating.” Mary stiffened. “But there’s more to it than that. Jason, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m pregnant.”
My mouth dropped wide open. Very quickly I assumed since he was here, he was likely the father of her baby. Before I could even ask, he butted in.
“That’s right Jason.” Dave said. “I bred her, now she’s my bitch.” he paused to let that sink in.
I was still stunned by it all. How had Mary been so careless to get pregnant by this jerk.
“She’s going to start staying over with me when I want her.” Dave bragged. “But don’t fret Jason, I have other bitches, so I’ll allow her to stay with you when I’m not using her. Just don’t make any problems or I’ll stop letting her fuck your little white dick. It’s not like your little dick can do any damage to her pussy anyway. LOL!”
I was stunned. Mary just hung her head down in shame, accepting what he had said to me and her. Where was the Mary who was always in charge? How could she just let this happen? I couldn’t even get a grip enough to figure out what to do. He didn’t wait to find out.
“Now get over here and suck the dick of the most important man in your life.” Dave ordered.
I guess he was establishing his dominance over her and trying to do the same over me too. She never looked up at me but got up off her chair and went to Dave. She got in between his legs and pulled out an enormous cock and started sucking it. I couldn’t watch anymore. I walked out.
I had hoped Mary would at least call me, but I was over two hours into getting drunk before my phone finally rang. It was Mary, begging me to come home. I mouthed off why it took her two damn hours for her to decide to call me, and she said Dave had just left. He had been fucking my wife in our bed for two fucking hours!
I just hung up and turned my phone off. I was on a mission, and I couldn’t have any distractions. Next thing I know, I wake up at 3 in the afternoon at my friend’s house. I had the worst headache of my life and my mouth tasted like I had been eating drywall. It took me two hours to pull myself together. When I went home, Mary wasn’t there. I was glad in a way. I felt too much like crap to have the talk at that moment. I managed to get some food down and I sat on the couch and turned my phone on.
This is no exaggeration. I had 14 voice mails and 82 text messages from Mary. The last one said that Dave was coming to get her, and she would be busy tonight. I didn’t even read any of the other messages after seeing that. I just watched television for a couple hours and went back to bed.
I woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen and went down to get some coffee. Mary was there and looked like her usual self. She tried to hug me, but I wasn’t having any of it. She just went about cooking and not saying anything but trying to keep a smile on her face. She was trying to make it seem as if everything was fine. We ate breakfast in silence and cleared away the dishes before we sat down in the living room.
“All right, let’s do this.” I said to her.
The look on Mary’s face told me she didn’t want to talk, but I was forcing her to. I deserved an explanation. In her defense, she offered no excuses. She said it was her fault, but she skirted around the entire issue, just wanting to say everything would be fine. Nope, not going to fly. I had to know what the fuck had happened. I never yelled or screamed, but I was stern. She owed me answers. I pushed her until she cracked.
Mary just said, “Fine. If you want to know everything, I will tell you everything. I don’t even like Dave. He’s an asshole, but when he puts his dick inside me, I’ll agree to anything. I’m weak and he turns me into mush. The things he does to my body nobody else can do. I don’t have the ability to say no to him. Yes, I have a thing for black guys, but it’s only sexual. He just fucks me like nobody else can.”
“And that’s how he got you pregnant?” I snapped back. “Let me guess, he won’t use a condom, so he just started fucking you bareback.”
“Yes.” Mary admitted. “He told me his intention was to breed me, and I just let him. I could not stop myself. I told you I am weak. He just takes over me. I feel compelled to obey him.”
“So, what do you want me to do?” I asked her. “Do you want me to quietly get out of the way?”
“No, I don’t want to lose you Jason.” Mary started crying. “I love you. I really do. I cannot live without you. I just can’t help myself with him.” And Mary flew over to where I was sitting, on her knees in front of me, literally crying begging me to forgive her.
So, therein lies the problem. We had hit an impasse. She says she loves me, but when Dave snaps, she jumps. Apparently, he was going to fuck her anytime he wanted, until he was through with her, and I get the leftovers. All the while, his baby is growing in her belly. I could move out and divorce her, but the truth is I still loved her too. Despite what most people think, you can’t just turn off those feelings like a faucet, and I don’t think divorce should always be the first option.
“So, I’m just supposed to be ok with my wife fucking the guy who got her pregnant whenever he wants?” I summarized.
“I don’t know what else to say.” Mary replied. “But it doesn’t look like you completely object to everything.”
She pointed to my boxers, and I was pitching a major tent. I hadn’t even realized it. Was I really turned on by the whole thing or was it just an inappropriate hard-on?
We left it just like that the entire day. We had supper at her parents’ house, but it was quiet and awkward. However, Mary kept up appearances and said everything was great. We went home that night and climbed into bed. Mary was doing her best to seduce me, but I wasn’t having it. I just rolled over and went to sleep.
We went to work the next morning, and I got busy in my job. Believe it or not, I was doing pretty good at my work. No, I’m not the smartest guy, but I seemed to have the favor of management, so I put a lot of effort into my work. Around 5, Mary text me saying she would be “working late” and I shouldn’t wait up for her. I knew what that meant, but I didn’t press her on it. At least she was still being honest about her sex life. She didn’t come home that night.
Tuesday morning, she was up and, in the kitchen, just like normal. She smiled and hugged me before we ate breakfast and got ready for work. Really, except for her spending the night at Dave’s, it was like nothing else had changed. She was really putting a big effort into being a good wife to me, which wasn’t easy as she was a bit spoiled by her own good looks. She never had to do much to please her boyfriends before other than spread her legs, apparently, but now she was really trying hard to make it up to me.
That night in bed, she wouldn’t take no for an answer and got her mouth on my cock and wouldn’t let go until she sucked me off. I didn’t even touch her. Afterwards, she was lying in bed, crying, which was very unusual. I can count on one hand the number of times she has cried. Despite her calm and emotionless demeaner, she was a normal person when it came to her feelings. She just hid them well. I asked her why she was crying.
“Because you don’t want me anymore.” she sobbed.
I knew better than to try and get in a discussion about it, but she melted my heart and I embraced her, holding her tight as we both fell asleep. I didn’t explain anything, and I don’t feel like I had to. She knew why I was mad. Keep in mind, going three days without fucking her is like a month to most normal people. I had felt like she had gotten the message.
My good mood Wednesday was ruined by her “working late” text. I was pissed, but it did give me more time to consider what to do. I wrestled with it back and forth. I loved Mary, but this was a lot to ask of me. My mind kept saying I should leave her, but my heart and probably my cock were saying no.
I took her out Friday night for a nice evening. We had dinner and saw some friends. It was nice to be normal for a while. I didn’t want to think about the major problem we had just for a few hours. Apparently, Mary’s mother had made a formal announcement that Mary was pregnant, so she got a lot of congratulations on that. I just floated along, wondering when this whole mess would blow up on her. Would it be when she gave birth to a black baby? Who knows? I was kind of looking forward to the circus it would create. Am I wrong for taking pleasure in that thought?
Saturday morning, Mary woke me with a kiss, saying she had to go. I remarked at her dress. It was not something I’d seen her wear before. Much more revealing than her usual classy taste. She said it was new and asked if I liked it. I didn’t know how to answer. Dave probably got it for her, and if he didn’t, she was wearing it for him, not me. I didn’t say anything, and she just left, looking like a slut and a little sad I shut her off.
I didn’t see her the rest of the weekend, but Monday morning, she was back in the kitchen when I got up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her. “You are walking funny. Did you hurt yourself.”
“No baby.” Mary replied. “Nothing like that.”
Well, I was half asleep and I didn’t think too clearly. I pressed her what was wrong. She didn’t want to tell me, but she didn’t want to disrespect me either. She turned her back to me, hiding her face.
“Dave took my ass this weekend.” Mary confessed. “I’m just sore.”
I didn’t know if I should be impressed or mad. Dave was at least 10 inches long, probably longer, and he had his entire cock up my wife’s sexy little ass. Damn! I’ve never had anything up my butt, but I can’t imagine that would be easy.
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” I said, more thinking out loud than anything.
“I’m sorry Jason. I know it’s not fair to you.” Mary sniffled a little. “You are right. I can’t help myself, no. When he starts fucking me, I’d do anything. I don’t know what to do.”
Well, I didn’t either. I’d like to tell you I grew a pair and moved out, but I didn’t. I loved Mary despite what she had done. I kept thinking I could get through it. Every week, when she was with him, I struggled with the decision to leave or not, but I couldn’t ever pull the trigger. Twice I packed a bag, only to stop at the door. I couldn’t do it.
Time just passed, and before I knew it, Mary was having a baby shower and preparing to give birth. When I asked her what she was going to tell her parents, she just said don’t worry about it. Everything would be fine. All I heard was circus music in my head.
Then the day came that Mary gave birth. Dave didn’t show up, which was probably for the best, and Mary’s parents just acted like nothing was wrong. Her father took me out back and we lit cigars. The only thing he said was family is the most important thing, and I was a member of the family. I didn’t dare bring up the fact his daughter has just given birth to a black baby girl and everyone was just ignoring that little fact.
It was like an episode of the twilight zone or something. All day, nobody said a word about it. Two days later, I took Mary and her baby home. Dave showed up at our house the next day. All he could say was he and Mary made a beautiful child. On his way out, he was sure to tell me that he was going to breed her again and again. It was a big joke to him. Leaving me to take care of his responsibilities.
The one benefit was Mary wasn’t able to have sex for 6 weeks afterwards, so she spent every night with me. I knew Dave came over while I was at work, and got some head from Mary sometimes, but at least she was sleeping every night with me.
Her 6-week appointment was on a Friday. She even text me a photo of herself in some new sexy lingerie, saying she couldn’t wait for me to get home so we could celebrate. I pulled in the driveway early, at 4 pm, and Dave there, walking Mary to his car. She was still dressed in the same lingerie she had bought for me, but he was taking her instead. She just said she was sorry, and they left together. Literally leaving me there holding champagne and flowers. That was a tough weekend.
Come Monday morning, Mary didn’t come home. She text me saying she is still with Dave, but she would text me later that week. Her mother was watching her daughter and Dave and her going to take a little trip. That little trip ended up being two more weeks. She finally drug herself in on a Wednesday morning, three weeks later, looking well used and worn out. Immediately I noticed a tattoo on her leg.
She was tired and didn’t want to discuss it, but I wasn’t going to get brushed off so easily. I’d done more than should be expected of me, and I demanded answers. The first thing I asked her about was the tattoo. It was a Queen of Spades. I quickly looked it up, and it meant she was for black cock only. She had marked her perfect body. Or rather Dave had marked her perfect body.
She didn’t even feel ashamed anymore. She just told me the whole thing. Dave took her to LA to meet some friends of his. The first week, he had pretty much spent the entire time fucking her. Then, the second week, he started sharing her with his friends. Sometimes two at a time. She hadn’t just become a slut, she was a whore.
“And you didn’t fucking think to call me to come save you?” I raised my voice for the first time ever in our relationship.
“Who said I wanted to be saved?” she fired back at me before storming off to the bedroom.
I picked up my keys, left my phone on the table, and I got in my truck and drove. I turned left out of the driveway and went to the bank. I took out half of our money and drove back towards our house. Only this time, I didn’t turn in. I kept driving. In fact, I drove west for two straight days, ironically landing in a tiny desert town called Marysville.