Part 4
My poor hubby's savage beating at the skilled and powerful hands of my lover Joe
took quite a toll on Chris. When Joe finally removed him from the hook on the
back of the bedroom door, he was a real mess and it was obvious that it would
take some weeks before he would be able to even get to his feet unaided. Joe
very thoughtfully took some time off work and moved in with me while Chris was
recuperating (in the spare bedroom!). I started to nurse my hubby back to
health, but Joe reckoned it was taking up too much of my time, so he called a
nurse from the hospital to come over and help out. He explained that her name
was Liz, she was also one of his slutty white bitches and that, with her around,
I would be able to devote more time to pleasuring him. I readily agreed that
this other girl could provide live-in nursing services until Chris was back on
his feet.
The following day, Liz arrived at our house around lunchtime. I was in the
kitchen when Joe answered the doorbell and I went into the hall to meet her. The
sight that greeted me took my breath away. A gorgeous blonde
Scandinavian-looking girl of around my age had dumped her suitcase just inside
the door and she was entwined in a passionate embrace with Joe, whose hands were
roaming all over her beautiful, rounded ass. They were both completely
uninhibited in their lust for each other and then I noticed the wedding ring
gleaming on Liz's finger - it seemed that Joe had a "thing" about married white
girls! Watching the two of them necking in the hallway made my pussy dampen and
I couldn't resist running my fingers over the front of my panties and feeling
the wetness that had begun to seep through the material.
At last, they broke their kiss and Liz glanced over at me as she licked her
lips. She beckoned me over and gently placed her hand under my chin and raised
my face so we were looking eye to eye. Her fingers lightly traced a path across
my lips.
"So you're the slutty lil bitch that's been keeping Joe away from me," she
smiled. "I can see why," she said as her hand slipped from my chin and down
towards my boobs. She cupped my right breast and gave it a slight squeeze before
rolling my already erect nipple between her thumb and index finger. I let out a
small gasp and both Joe and Liz smiled at me. I was completely entranced by Liz
and I was already Joe's married whore - at that moment, these two could have
done anything they wanted with me and I would have gone along with it happily!
"Joe tells me that you're a very good nurse. Did he explain to you what happened
to my poor husband?" I asked.
"Yes," said Liz, "I hear he got the same treatment as mine did a few weeks ago.
Only, I'm merry widow now, so I won't need to be concerned about him any more."
"Really?!" I said, sounding shocked. "Your husband died from the beating?" As I
said this, my legs turned to jelly as all sorts of evil thoughts flashed across
my mind and Liz continued to pinch my nipple.
"Not just from the beating," Liz explained. "He was in pretty bad shape by the
time Joe had finished with him, but we both kind of helped him on his way." At
this, she smiled at Joe and I noticed his cock was fully erect inside his
shorts, which tented out enormously. He returned her smile and then guided us
both into the living room.
"OK you sluts, I want you both naked and kneeling in front of me," said Joe, as
he sat on the couch. "First one there gets my cock first."
Before I could even get my blouse half-unbuttoned, Liz had peeled her lycra
mini-dress over her head and was on her knees between Joe's parted thighs. I
couldn't believe it - she had been wearing nothing but that dress, so I never
stood a chance of beating her to get naked. Liz grinned over her shoulder at me
in triumph, then turned back to Joe. She reached into his shorts and pulled out
his huge erection. She had obviously missed having Joe's magnificent pole to
play with, as she immediately took its head into her mouth and started sucking
him like a seasoned pro.
I stood naked in my own living room watching Liz suck my lover's beautiful ebony
dick and I felt a mixture of jealousy and extreme horniness. Joe looked up to
see I was stroking my clit as I watched them and he ordered me to my knees
behind Liz and instructed her to stick her bottom out for me. She did as she was
told without hesitation or interruption in her cock sucking efforts. I lowered
my face to her lovely round ass and took a tentative lick at her puckered
asshole. It was a first for me and I was a little hesitant until Liz reached
round behind her, grabbed a handful of my hair and firmly pressed my face to her
silky ass. I got the message and started licking her in earnest. I ran my tongue
up and down her ass and pussy as I reached under her to play with her stiff
little clit. Even with a mouth of black cock, she audibly gasped and pushed back
onto my face. In no time, her juices were flowing freely - this highly-sexed
slut had clearly not been getting what she wanted while I had been with Joe, so
I felt I should try to make up for it with a treat of my own. As I increased the
speed and severity of my clit rubbing, I pushed my tongue as deep as I could
into Liz's sweet asshole and started tongue fucking her for all I was worth. She
was going crazy as she tried to keep sucking Joe's cock while she was cumming
from the treatment I was giving her ass and pussy.
Suddenly, Joe pulled Liz up onto his lap and, almost in a single movement,
impaled her dripping cunt on his throbbing black manhood. Liz screamed as he
drove that thing deep inside her and she was immediately wrapped in a series of
orgasms that left her shaking and twitching uncontrollably. Joe kept ramming her
with his cock until he too let out a deep moan and shot his virile sperm inside
her unprotected pussy. Liz slumped against Joe's manly chest and they rested in
that position for a while. From where I was kneeling, I could see how incredibly
stretched Liz's cunt was around Joe's pole, even as it lost its hardness. As his
cock subsided, first dribbles and then rivers of cum started running out of
Liz's abused hole. Without even thinking, I leaned forward and started to lick
up their combined juices - it was, I thought, the most wonderful taste and a
truly hot thing to do. As I licked Liz's pussy and Joe's cock at the same time,
I had the first of several orgasms over my own fingers. I kept up my licking
until there was nothing left and Liz rolled over onto the sofa. Then I was able
to make sure that I got the last of their cum from Joe's pole and Liz's pussy
individually.
We rested and relaxed for most of the afternoon, the three of us remaining naked
and casually stroking, kissing and massaging each other as we drank wine and
chatted, mainly about how Joe had come to have two married white girls at his
beck and call and how wonderful a lover he was. Of course, Joe loved those
topics and, by the time we broke off our chat, it was well into the evening. I
said that I had better go and check on Chris, but Joe pulled me to him and said
that I should let the real nurse see to it. Liz smiled and jumped up off the
couch. She went into the hallway and grabbed her suitcase. Still naked, she
skipped up the stairs to find my husband.
Several minutes later, as Joe and I cuddled on the sofa, we heard a terrible
commotion upstairs. Liz was yelling at my helpless hubby, "You filthy beast! You
are the most disgusting excuse for a man I have ever come across! How dare
you!!"
We rushed up the stairs and into the spare bedroom to find a naked Liz slapping
my husband around the face as hard as she could and continuing to verbally
assault him. The bedclothes were turned back and it was clear that Chris had
pissed the bed. He tried to protest that nobody had been to see him all
afternoon and that he couldn't hold out any longer, but Liz was having none of
it. She gave him several more hard slaps across the face. I became incredibly
turned on watching this scene, as Liz's breasts swung and trembled so sexily
with each shuddering blow she delivered to Chris's face.
When Liz had finished her beating and humiliation of my wimp husband, she popped
out into the master bedroom, where she had left her suitcase, and returned
carrying a plastic bag with a tube attached to it. She approached my sobbing
husband and said, "If you can't control yourself, I'm going to have to
catheterize you to stop you messing the bed." With this, she forcefully grabbed
Chris's little dick, smiled up at me and then roughly forced the tube into his
pee hole. My poor hubby convulsed and screamed as the tube was fed through his
cock and into his bladder, all without any concern for his comfort or the fact
that his groin was still badly bruised from the beating Joe had given him.
"There," said Liz. "That's certainly not much of a dick to catheterize, but he
won't be fouling the bed again anytime soon." We all laughed at that and my
slutty cunt started to juice up yet again, seeing Chris completely humiliated by
this wonderful blonde bitch who had also now become my second lover. I kissed
her gently and thanked her for dealing with my husband. As we cuddled in full
view of Chris, she said, "No problem darling and I'm sure he won't enjoy the
other treatments I have in store for him, but if they all get you this excited,
we're going to be having some fun times!"
The three of us retired to the master bedroom where Liz and I put on a truly hot
lesbian show while Joe watched and then we spent the rest of the night sucking
and fucking each other in every position and combination imaginable. Mid-way
through the evening, I brought some food up from the kitchen and we had a wild
time eating it from each other's bodies. The banana in Liz's pussy was a
particular favourite and I was sure this would become a delicacy to be tried on
many occasions in the future.
As we turned out the lights and started to drift off to sleep, Liz on one side
of Joe and me on the other, I knew I had never felt so satisfied in my life and
that my husband would never again have any part of me.
The next few days went by in much the same vein with Liz, Joe and I doing
everything we could think of to pleasure each other. From time to time, Liz
would have to break away from our menage to tend to Chris - changing his
catheter bag, feeding him, washing him and so on. His recovery was well under
way but every time she had to go to him - even for a few minutes - my heart sank
and it also seemed to piss Liz off, as she didn't want to miss a moment of the
three of us enjoying each other.
One afternoon, Joe was called into work for an emergency and Liz and I were left
alone. We cuddled up naked in the living room, Liz sitting up on the couch and
me with my head resting in her lap. She was stroking my hair and making idle
chitchat when suddenly she asked whether or not Joe had told me about what had
happened to her husband. I said that he had not mentioned it at all and I begged
her to tell all.
Liz told me how she had met Joe at a hospital social event that she had attended
with her husband (who was a few years older than her). She had been instantly
smitten by Joe and he fucked her for the first time that very night in his
office, across his big desk. He had been her first black man and she resolved
right there and then that she would never be satisfied with her puny old
husband. Joe had felt the same way and had forbidden her from sleeping with her
hubby. Liz agreed to make him move into the spare bedroom, using the pretext
that she could not sleep because of his snoring. However, her husband found out
about Joe and confronted him in Joe's office, where Joe had given him a severe
beating before dragging him to his car and driving to Liz's house. There, he had
Liz confess her love for Joe in front of her husband, who again tried to take
Joe on. Apparently, it was no contest and this time Joe really thrashed Liz's
husband as she watched - she told me that she could hear bones cracking as Joe
destroyed her hubby and that every crack had sent an orgasm wracking through her
body. When he had finished, Joe fucking the living daylights out of Liz and then
had her straddle her husband's face and smother him with her freshly-fucked
cunt. As her hands drifted down to pinch my nipples, Liz explained that her
husband was not able to survive the treatment that had been dealt to him and he
had passed away as Liz smothered him and her lover's cum was gurgling in his
throat.
The way Liz told her story excited me - here was woman who was so devoted to her
wonderful black lover that she had participated in her husband's death to please
him. It had obviously excited her and, as I listened, it had made me very wet
too, though how much of that was due to Liz's attention to my breasts I really
don't know. I could see where our conversation was going, though, and I was not
surprised when Liz asked whether or not I truly wanted to keep Chris around, as
he would continue to interfere with our pleasure.
"If we did get rid of him, how would we get away with it? "I asked. "How did you
manage to keep your husband's cause of death secret?
Liz explained, "As Joe and I both hold responsible jobs at the hospital, it
wasn't difficult. We have many friends in all departments and they were happy to
not ask too many questions. We could do the same for you darling."
Almost without pausing to consider Liz's proposition, I simply said, "OK, but I
don't want Chris to think that I'm in on this. I want his passing thoughts to be
about how I tried to save him". Liz smiled down at me and stretched her hand
along my body to feel how incredibly wet I had become from our chat.
Joe returned to the house later that evening in a foul mood. He said that people
at the hospital had been messing him around all afternoon and that he had had
enough for one day. As he stretched out on the sofa and Liz fetched him a drink,
I knelt beside him and unzipped his pants. Pulling his long, thick tool out, I
started to relax him the best way I knew how and he was fully erect in no time.
As Liz returned with Joe's drink, she told him that she and I had been chatting
and we had decided that my husband should be disposed off as hers had been. On
hearing this, Joe got very excited and within seconds started pumping his seed
into my hungry mouth and moaning, "Yes!! Yes!!" When he had finished cumming and
I had sucked the last of the sperm from his deflating cock, I rose and embraced
Liz while we shared a very sensual, cummy French kiss.
As we settled into bed at the end of another long and exhausting evening of
fucking, sucking and licking, we decided that the next night would be Chris's
last.
The next morning, Joe asked that Liz make the preparations for our evening's
entertainment and she spent the day picking things up from her house and the
hospital, finally finishing her chores in the late afternoon. She had set up a
portable massage table in the master bedroom across the foot of the bed and had
laid out a variety of medical devices on top of the dresser. At the appointed
hour, Liz and I arranged ourselves naked on the bed and an equally naked Joe
went to fetch Chris from the spare room. We heard a short, sharp yelp and then a
thud as Joe hauled my husband out of bed. He dragged the poor wimp into the
master bedroom by his hair and unceremoniously dumped him onto the massage
table. Chris was still too weak to do anything about it and just lay there,
moaning and crying.
Joe stood between the table and the bed and turned Chris' head to face us. I
noticed how the height of the table had brought my husband's face to exactly the
same level as Joe's cock. For a second, I thought that my lover was going to
fuck my husband's mouth, but Joe gave Chris a quick slap and said, "Listen up,
bitch. You know your presence around here has only just about been tolerated
recently. Your constant need for attention has been interrupting us and stopping
Liz and me from fucking your whore wife. Last night, I decided it was time to
get rid of you, but it seems Mary still has a soft spot for you. So here's what
we agreed - if your wife can bring me off five times within the next two hours,
you get to live. If not, then it's bye-bye hubby time."
"Just in case you were thinking you might get out of this unpunished," added
Liz, "I will be giving you some special treatment to make sure that, even if you
do make it through, you will never bother Mary again with your pathetic little
dick."
Chris looked at me, pleading with his eyes. "Please honey," he begged, "please
do as Joe says. Please do it for me - you know how much I love you."
I looked back into my hubby's terrified eyes and smiled soothingly and said,
"I'll do it for you baby. Just hang in there."
With that, Joe started the stopwatch function on the digital bedside clock and I
went to work, rubbing Joe's manly cock to bring on his first erection of the
session. As I did this, I glanced over at Liz, who was doing the same to Chris.
However, he was wincing in pain as Liz handled his miserable little dick roughly
and kept banging her fist down onto his bruised balls on each stroke. I really
put on a show for my husband, making it seem like I was trying my hardest for
him and, through his tears and the pain Liz was inflicting on him, he was
desperately urging me on to make my lover cum. By now I was sucking Joe's
mammoth pole for all I was worth and was really getting into my part. In truth,
I actually wanted to make Joe cum five times in two hours - not to save the
wimp, but because I honestly wanted it.
Around 15 minutes into the session, Joe let out a low growl and shot his cum
into my mouth, rewarding me for the efforts that had left my jaws aching from
stretching around the enormous girth of his black cock. I looked over to see how
Liz and Chris were doing. I could see my hubby was erect in Liz's hand, but he
was clearly in too much pain to cum.
We had to take a break for a few minutes while Joe regained his composure and
Liz was able to release Chris's dick after a fruitless attempt at making his
battered balls empty themselves. However, Chris's relief was short lived.
Joe was soon ready for round two and flipped me over onto my hands and knees so
I was facing the end of the bed and my face was no more than six inches away
from Chris's. My lover's erection was back, strong as ever. He eased it deep
inside my pussy and started to doggy fuck me as I stared into my husband's
pained face.
"I'm doing it baby!" I exclaimed to Chris. "I'm doing it for you - I'll save you
honey!"
As Joe picked up the pace of the fucking, Liz reappeared at the end of the
massage table and I noticed a huge black strap-on jutting from between her
luscious thighs. She took hold of Chris behind his knees, pushed his legs back
towards his chest and positioned the dildo against my husband's asshole.
"I'm going to fuck you without any lubricant," she told Chris. "I want you to
know and feel the sacrifice your wonderful wife is making for you tonight. You
will feel what it's like to take a huge black cock up inside you." With that,
she forcefully thrust the strap-on deep into my husband's bowels and he screamed
into my face, as my cruel lesbian lover ripped his anus apart. This just
encouraged Liz to fuck him harder and, as she did so, she bitch-slapped his cock
and balls backwards and forwards. He tried to reach down to protect his
"man"hood, but Liz just slapped him away and continued to sodomize him with all
her strength.
Watching my husband being anally raped by my lesbian lover drove me over the
edge and I came again and again as my cunt contracted around Joe's stiff rod. It
was not long before Joe himself could hold back no longer and he unloaded his
jism into my pussy with a satisfied "FUCK!!"
As Joe withdrew from my battered pussy, Liz pulled the strap-on out of Chris's
ass. As she did so, I could see blood dripping from the massage table onto the
sheet that Liz had laid out below. It was clear that hubby's anus had been torn
to shreds by Liz's fucking and the flow was not about to stop of its own accord.
This didn't seem to bother Liz, as she unstrapped the dildo and tossed it into a
bag on the dresser.
My face was still right next to Chris's and I smiled at him pityingly and said,
"I made him cum a second time baby - I'm still doing it for you!" The thankful
look he gave me in return was truly pathetic to see as he silently mouthed
"Thank you! Thank you!"
When I looked up, Liz had returned to the table and she was holding a syringe up
so we could all see it. She explained that, as Chris had tried to interfere with
her fucking him, she was going to make sure that he would be immobilized for the
rest of the session. With Chris looking on apprehensively, Liz stuck him with
the needle and injected a powerful muscle relaxant into him. Liz told us that by
the time Joe was ready to go again, my husband would be completely paralyzed,
although he would be able to breathe on his own, hear and feel everything and
otherwise be fully conscious.
By the time Joe was ready for round 3, more than 45 minutes of the session had
passed and things weren't looking too good for Chris. The pleading in his eyes
prompted me to hurry things up a little and, sure enough, as I nibbled and
licked on Joe's cock head, he became erect once more. Checking on what Liz was
up to, I saw she was arranging some surgical instruments on the massage table
between my husband's outstretched legs. With Joe's cock between my lips, I
raised an eyebrow to ask what she was doing.
Holding Chris's ball sac in one hand and some kind of vice in the other, she
coolly explained that she was going to make sure that Chris would never function
as a man in future and that she was going to crush his balls. A look of absolute
panic came over my poor hubby as Liz started to attach the device to his scrotum
and balls. This seemed to excite Joe even more and again flipped me onto my
hands and knees with my face next to Chris's. From where Joe knelt behind me, he
had a perfect view of Liz's handiwork, although all I could see was Chris's
pained expression as he lay there helplessly, about to be castrated by his
wife's lesbian lover.
As Liz began tightening the vice, Joe slowly pushed his cock against my asshole
and gently eased himself inside. I was looking straight into my hubby's eyes and
I flinched as the first few inches of Joe's cock buried themselves inside my
bowels. The agony of what Liz was doing to him was written all over Chris's face
but he was unable to scream, unable to move, unable to protect himself in any
way from his castratrix. As the vice drew tight on his testicles, Liz suddenly
let out a yelp.
"The disgusting little pervert!" she cried. "Here I am castrating him and he has
shot his load all over himself!" She and Joe laughed at this. In fact, the
tightening of the vice had forced my husband's cum out of his balls and he had
experienced the most agonising cum of his life! His belly and abdomen were
covered in an unfeasible amount of sperm, which Liz quickly started to scoop up
and feed into Chris's mouth. He was incapable of doing anything about this and
started making strange gurgling sounds as Liz fed him his own cum.
"Can he swallow?" I asked Liz through gritted teeth as Joe picked up the pace of
my anal fucking.
"I doubt it," chuckled Liz while she scooped the last of the semen into my
husband's mouth and returned to her position in front of the vice.
"Swallow baby!" I cried to Chris. "Swallow that cum and stay with me!"
The only response that came from my prostrate hubby was more gurgling and his
face turning increasingly deeper shades of purple. It was clear that he was
having terrible problems breathing - he was literally drowning in his own cum.
"Stay with me Chris," I begged. "Swallow that cum and I know I can get you out
of this. Do it for me baby!"
My begging was to no avail, as a glazed expression came across my husband's
face. I think he tried to mouth, "I love you," one more time but, as the
gurgling started to fade, I shuddered to yet another orgasm as Joe shot his
potent load into my ass and we all heard a loud popping sound as Liz was finally
able to bust Chris's balls in the vice.
Then there was silence.
Liz joined us on the bed for her reward of an energetic three-way fuck and she
came so heavily and so quickly that she passed out for a few seconds. She awoke
to find us both cuddling her, one on either side, each suckling at a nipple. We
all knew that this was how it was supposed to be.
THE END
