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Chapter 5 Morgan and Corrine
���� Morgan showed up a little after 9:00.� I introduced him to Corrine and things got weird immediately.
����� �Take your clothes off,� said Morgan while he was shaking her hand.
����� �Why,� I demanded angrily.� Somehow the idea my wife would be getting naked had never come up.� Things were happening too fast for me.
����� �Because I say so and I�m the one with a gun,� said Morgan pulling his jacket aside to reveal the large nickel-plated semi-automatic.
����� Corrine pulled her blouse out of the top of her slacks and started unbuttoning.� �It�s okay, Tom.� Just give me a minute, Morgan.�
����� My manly pride evaporated as I stood there and watched my wife strip down to her bra and panties.� I felt so miserable I considered rushing him so he would blow my brains out.� But what would that have gotten Corrine or me?�
���� �All wrong,� said Morgan walking a circle around Corrine letting his hand trail around her waist.� She was down to a basic white bra, full cotton panty, and trousers� socks.� At work, Corrine dressed for comfort.
���� �This is what I normally wear,� said Corrine.
���� �Got anything sexier,� asked Morgan?
���� �Such as,� asked Corrine?
���� �Heels, hose, but not pantyhose, and one of those things that hold up hose,� said Morgan.
���� �A garter belt,� said Corrine.
���� �Yeah, a garter belt,� said Morgan.
���� �We�re an imaging studio not Victoria Secrets,� I said in a tone of exasperation.
���� �There�s some lingerie in the prop room left from a shoot we did last month.� Let me go check,� said Corrine before hurrying off.� She gave me a look ordering me to behave.
��� She was referring to a small job we did for a Web site that sold risqu� lingerie.� You could buy the same things at the mall but some people prefer online shopping.�� Morgan and I stood there watching Corrine�s butt as she walked away.
���� �Didn�t know your wife was that hot.� You get off watching her with other men?� said Morgan rubbing his crotch as he looked at me.
���� �No, I do not get off watching her with other men,� I said defiantly.
����� �Better if you did cause it�s going to happen whether you like it or not.� She�s a prime piece of tail.�
����� I decided to change the subject.� �Who are they bringing?�
����� �You in the military,� asked Morgan?
����� �Army.�
����� �Air Force, ever hear the phrase, on a need to know basis,� asked Morgan?
����� �Yes, of course.�� You heard that stupid phrase all the time in Uncle Sam�s army.
����� �Well, I will tell you what you need to know so you don�t need to ask questions,� said Morgan.
����� �I do need to know what you plan to do to her.�
����� �You�re the director,� said Morgan.� �You tell Jerome and his crew what to do.�
����� �Like in a porn flick,� I said.
����� �Yeah, stupid, all her holes, different positions, two cocks, three cocks, as many as they can get in her.� Mr. Quarles is counting on you to produce a quality product, something he can be proud of when he shows the welching bastard how much his wife loves black men.�
����� My directing experience was limited to several fifteen minute infomercials I done over the last year.� Other than those, it was thirty second and one-minute commercials.� The infomercials had turned out all right.� You can watch one of them seven nights a week at 2:30 in the morning if you got cable.
����� My recollection was interrupted by the sound of high heels tapping on the concrete floor.
����� �Much better,� said Morgan as Corrine approached from the direction of the stockroom.
����� Corrine was wearing white everything: high heels, hose, garter belt, thong panty and bra.� White looked good on her with her blonde hair and dark copper tan.� She thrown on a short silk gown but left it open.� She�d done some modeling when she was in college.� When she reached Morgan she turned gracefully around allowing the robe to slip off in her hand just like a runway model.
���� �Come here, beautiful,� said Morgan taking Corrine in her arms.� She stiffened for a moment then relaxed.
���� �We may just give up on the girl Jerome is bringing and gangbang you,� said Morgan allowing one hand to drop to Corrine�s almost bare bottom.
���� �Mr. Quarles wouldn�t like that,� said Corrine pressing against him.
���� I was having difficulty processing what was happening.� On one hand, Corrine was saving me from emasculation and I should be eternally grateful.� She was doing exactly what I had begged her to do.
���� On the other hand, the way she was pushing her sex against his crotch made me want to jerk her away and slap her silly.� I also wanted to kill Morgan but the odds of him killing me first were much better.
���� �Ever been with a black man,� asked Morgan reaching inside the too small bra to free Corrine�s breast?� The model who did the Web shoot was a Size Four with model�s A cup breasts.� Corrine was a C cup and the bra barely covered her nipples.
���� �No, I never dated one and I only slept with men I was in a relationship with.�
���� Morgan kept talking as he moved the other bra cup aside exposing Corrine�s erect nipple.� His black hand covered her pale breast making a strong contrast in skin tone.� We have an in ground pool and her bikini had left tan lines. �So, a black man never asked you out?�
���� �No, never,� said Corrine after thinking a moment.� She was a relentlessly honest person.
����� �You worried about something, Tom,� asked Morgan turning toward me?� Driving me insane was part of his fun.
����� I answered quietly like the whipped dog I was, �No, nothing.�
����� Morgan kissed Corrine.� I never wanted to murder anyone so badly in my life.� The fact she kissed him back made it worse.� I just stood there fuming while they swapped spit.� I�d expected Corrine to go along reluctantly.� On the other hand, I knew she was the kind of person who once she agreed to something gave it her all.� Looking back, she had a much better grasp of our situation than I did.� She was insuring our survival while I was choking on my male ego.
���� Morgan broke the deep kissing and turned in my direction.�� �Let�s see if Tom gets a hard on while I check you out as a fluffer.� While you were changing, Tom told me he was looking forward to watching you suck off other men, especially black men.�
���� �He did, did he,� said Corrine giving me a look communicating I was to calm down.
���� �No, I�m not,� I said but without any real conviction.
���� �Look.� Tom�s got a come stain on his trousers, poor bastard,� said Morgan before taking Corrine by the hand and leading her toward the bed.��
���� When I looked down I saw he was right.� I was wearing summer weight gabardine slacks.� They were light tan and a highly visible wet spot was dead center in the flap covering my zipper.� It was the kind of thing that happens in high school when you�d been staring at a cheerleader�s crotch too long.
���� When I looked up, Morgan had taken a seat on the edge of the bed.� He was leaning back, supporting himself with his arms.� I watched as Corrine unbuckled and unzipped his pants them slid them along with his briefs to his knees.� Without any hesitation whatsoever, my wife knelt down and took his cock in her mouth.
���� �Make yourself useful, Tom.� Check the equipment or something,� said Morgan as he relaxed back on the bed.�
���� You have no one to blame but yourself, asshole, was what I told myself as I walked to the Control Room.� You�re the idiot who lost quarter million dollars.� I took a seat in the director�s chair and powered on the robotic cameras surrounding the bed.� The screens flickered to life and I had a five-sided high definition view of my wife sucking another man�s cock.
���� Corrine was kneeling between Morgan�s legs.� Both her boobs were now out of the bra.� At the moment, she was stroking the shaft while licking his balls.
����� I should mention Corrine is fabulous in bed.� She�s energetic, aggressive, and uninhibited. Plus she�s creative, always finding new ways to keep our sex life interesting. Since we became a couple, those were qualities enjoyed only by yours truly until tonight.� However, at the moment, a black thug who I knew only by one name was also getting the best blowjob I�d ever experienced.
���� I watched as she worked on Morgan.� His black cock was glistening.�� I refrained from getting into comparing sizes; however I�d guess we were equivalent.� Morgan�s seemed a little longer but mine was thicker.� I made some adjustments to the cameras to true up the color.� Then without thinking I flipped on the microphones.
����� �Suck that black dick, bitch,� blared through the speaker startling me.� I grabbed the dial to turn the volume down.�
���� That was accompanied by the grunting noise Corrine makes when she sucks my dick only this time it wasn�t my dick.� Corrine was one of those lucky women who get turned on when they perform orally.� I had marveled the first time she blew me when she managed to bring herself to a simultaneous orgasm by the judicious application of her fingers to her clit.
���� I watched and listened for a while then I took my already erect manhood out and began to masturbate.
����� All right I am a prick, a creep who got his wife in this situation then couldn�t resist jerking off to it.� Stroking my cock with one hand, I took the overhead camera�s controls in the other.� I pressed the button on the side of the joystick changing the focus.� Slowly, the camera zoomed in.� I didn�t stop until the screen was filled with my wife�s face and Morgan�s dick.
���� She was giving him her best.� One minute hollowed cheeks sucking hard.� Next she had her lips pressed against his pubic hair as she forced the cockhead into her throat.� Then she backed off working the underside of the shaft with her tongue.� I was stroking my rock hard prick while her tongue was swirling around his tip. The high def camera captured the spider webs of drool between his penis and her chin.� Thick ropes of saliva were dripping off her chin down to her boobs.
���� �Going to blow, bitch, take it, take it all and keep it,� said Morgan as he began to climax.�
���� Corrine�s hollowed out cheeks indicated compliance.� My wife can suck you dry.�
���� �Show me,� said Morgan sitting up when he finished.�
���� Corrine opened her mouth.� Her tongue was covered in semen.
���� �Look up at the camera and swallow it,� said Morgan somehow sensing I was watching.�
���� The camera captured the movement of Corrine�s throat as she swallowed.� I blew my load so hard it arched into the air and landed on the keyboard.
���� I spent the next few minutes cleaning come out of the keys with a Q-tip.
���� �Everything�s ready,� I said as I approached the bed where the two of them were seated engaged in post oral sex chitchat.� At that moment, Morgan�s cell phone sounded.� The odd sounding ring tone, Corrine later informed me, was music from some dead black rapper.
���� �Open the door, Jerome�s here,� said Morgan.�
���� I walked over and pushed the button.� The truck door slowly opened and a black van drove into the building.