Pictures of his beautiful wife floated up clouding his vision and without realizing what he was doing his hand went to his zipper and a moment later he had freed his cock and had began spanking the monkey again. How could he hope to compete with men whose dicks were not only so much bigger than his but also giving his wife so much pleasure, which, from the expression on her face in the pictures it was evident. He laughed almost maniacally as he pulled the picture from his pocket and stared fixedly at it until his arm grew tired and his dick felt like raw meat and then with a growl of frustration he admitted he couldn't. It would have been bad enough if she were having an affair with one man and sneaking away maybe once or twice a month, but her lovers numbered in the teens. But those he only knew about because of the pictures. How many others did she have that he wasn't aware of? Standing up he poured himself another whiskey, as with mind clouded with drink tried to reason why she had taken so many lovers. He had to call them lovers for from the dreamy look on her face and from the uninhibited way in which she was letting each of them use her. He couldn't say she was being forced to perform such sordid acts. A slut, that's what she was, a common slut, a tramp, why else would she willingly let those men use her? Oh God why? Her shameful actions would have been bad enough with just one Negro, but to perform such wanton acts with several of them and most of the time simultaneously while being photographed was beyond his understanding.

With his cock now soft and just barely drooping from his opened zipper he staggered through the house cursing and blaming God for his whore of a wife before collapsing unconscious beside the fire place. As he slowly slipped into oblivion he was not aware that an hour or so earlier as he'd sat in his rectory looking at the latest set of photos his petite wife was being introduced to her latest group of lovers. A meeting which, as usual, had been arranged by her lover and master Warren, a man who while her husband Reverend Peterson was visiting a sick parishioner had informed her as to what he expected. Boldly and only minutes after the Reverend had left for his visit Warren had appeared at her door and had only minutes after entering the living room ordered her to her knees. Without drawing the blinds or in any way trying to prevent an unexpected visitor from witnessing her servitude she had did as instructed, where after loosening his pants and pulling them from his hips had with her small hands and soft lips brought his eight plus inches to hardness. Without being told and because she knew what he as well as all her other Negro lovers expected and took great relish in seeing her do, she raised her eyes to look into his face as expertly and after teasingly flicking her tongue over the fat knob of his dark cock her lips began their torturously slow travel down the length of his ebony instrument to it's hairy base. With her eyes still staring into his her left hand rested on his hip as her right slide over his testicle sack and between his legs until her small slim fingers slipped between his ass cheeks and into his butt crack. Yes she had learned well, and like so many times before and as with so many of her Negro lovers her heart swelled with pride when he smiled down at her as two of her fingers pushed into his butt hole causing his pelvis to jerk forward sending the last couple of inches of his black cock between her soft lips and into her throat. It was now her turn, and as her head began to slowly bob back and forth leaving a shimmering trail of her saliva over his dark cock each time it partially withdrew from her lips.

He talked softly, informing her of the address she was expected at, along with instructions to be wearing the special dress that would be arriving by messenger within the hour. Faster her head moved when told of the location, but when he described her special dress and that she would be entertaining no less then a dozen Negro's she almost swooned. She quickly recovered though as with butt cheeks quivering and a final almost desperate lunge of his pelvis Warren's cock jerked about like an unmanned fire hose flooding her mouth and throat with his thick salty cum. Also unknown to the good Reverend was the fact that this or something very close to it had happened several other times since her initial meeting with Warren, a meeting that had very cleverly taken place in a public restaurant.

It had all started weeks earlier when one Tuesday night after Angelia's bible study class Warren had hesitantly approached her seeking advice. They had talked but still when they had parted he had seemed depressed, so when a week later and after having talked to her husband without mentioning Warren's name she had been disappointed when the young man hadn't shown up for class. She had been bursting with advice from her husband as well as a desperate need to relay it, so when he hadn't come to class she had called him, sure in the feeling that with one more session she could and would make him feel better. He hadn't wanted to talk, but when she persisted his voice though soft had sounded choked almost as if he were crying and her heart had gone out to the boy. Cleverly he had gotten her to agree to a Thursday night meeting under the pretense of counseling him about his supposed family problems but she had been slightly hesitant about the location he proposed, offering instead her home. But he had been been insistent saying that if they met in public tongues wouldn't wag, besides they did need to eat so with the time of 7:30 agreed upon they'd hung up. Of course just the opposite is true, tongue's and rumors fly when a white women is seen in public with a black man, especially in the south when the meeting occurs in a section of town not often frequented by whites. But the Reverend and Angelia knew nothing of this because they were from Michigan, but Warren did, and to heighten the impression that Angelia was his women he laughed and joked all during the dinner brushing aside any attempts Angelia made to focus on what she perceived to be his problem. When it became apparent he wouldn't talk about his problem and it seemed he would never stop joking she had excused herself saying she needed to call her husband, but the phone was out of order. She was not aware that when she left the table Warren had spiked her glass of wine, so when after returning to the table and as he loudly thanked her for the pleasant evening she hurriedly drank her wine without noticing that her glass which had been almost empty was now full. As she had stood to exit the restaurant a feeling of vertigo washed over her and after staggering into a couple of patrons, where amid looks of amusement from the blacks along with disgust from the few whites present she had in a desperate attempt to maintain her balance reached out to a smiling Warren falling into his arms.

Blankness, a dream like vague remembrance of arms about her, lips, a warm glowing feeling mixed with distant muffled voices both questioning and praising and throughout it all shadowy apparitions groping and pulling at her. At times the dark shadowy figures around her almost took form as the tremendous heat emitting from her began to dissipate the haziness in which she felt herself floating, but then just as she began to perceive her surroundings, to distinguish form and mass she became like a tuning fork where along with a feeling of utter bliss the shimmering haze again engulfed her. Nothing, no sound no feeling, nothing, until with the sun shining in her eyes she awoke with a bad taste in her mouth along with a numbness in her pelvis region and a burning sensation around her ass hole. A feeling of tightness along her inner thighs but also stickiness as timidly and as if afraid of what she'd find her hand slipped under her bed clothes. Shame washed over her as the certainty of what had transpired burst upon her and as she rushed to the bathroom to scrub the filthiness from her body she was never the less astonished at the amount of residue she perceived as having been deposited on her by Warren. Her whole body, every pore seemed to be inundated with cum, it was even in her hair and it wasn't until the fourth washing along with several douches that she began to feel somewhat better. But guilt and disgust still weighed heavily upon her because no matter how many times she brushed her teeth or used mouth wash she still had that taste in her mouth. Had she felt so sorry for the boy that she had seduced him, forsaking her vows of marriage and the love of her husband for an hour or so of what, passion, and how was it that her husband who had been laying beside her when she awoke hadn't been aware of her condition. As for the first part of her query she wished with all her heart she could remember, to understand if it were she that had seduced him or if, and heaven forbid he had raped her.

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