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Holly’s Breeding Ch. 03

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Holly’s Breeding Ch. 03FinalI met Larry at a company party. His law firm is a client of ours and even after our work was complete he and I kept in touch. He was the one I sought out for advice and now I’m glad I did. After a quick call on his cell, he agreed to see me for lunch. I told him I’d pay if I could pump him for some advice. He said sure then picked a high priced restaurant. To the outside world Larry is a staunch family man. He and Pam have been married for over thirty four years. He has three successful c***dren and is a partner in a thriving law practice. I assumed that at the least he could point me in the right direction, and maybe give me some tips on negotiation. If not then, maybe he could send me to a reputable divorce lawyer. He did both. As we sat down at our table, Larry told me that his first advice was to never talk work while eating. Eating was a pleasure that could be easily destroyed by worry or conflict. His second and maybe his best advice was to never let a lawyer pick the restaurant. As we ate lunch we talked about our companies, our churches and even a little about politics. My reason for the meeting didn’t come up until he put his fork down and asked, “So am I letting you buy lunch?” “Holly and I just found out we are going to have another baby.” I said while staring at my beer bottle. I never drank beer for lunch but I knew I wasn’t going back to the office, so I made an exception.”Congratulations.” Larry said with a quick, generous smile. After a long pause, he asked, “so, are you saying the c***d isn’t yours?”I looked up from the bottle and said, “No, I know the c***d is mine, at least I will know. Holly has been cheating on me. She stopped for a while but I caught her doing it again. She was with the same men and she definitely prefers…”Larry put his hands up, palms toward me as he smiled broadly and said, “Whoa, that’s something between you and your divorce lawyer.” He strongly emphasized the word divorce. I picked up my bottle and watched the dregs swirl as I rolled it between my palms. Fearful that we were on display, I looked around the room but no one seemed to notice or care about Larry and I. Larry smiled broadly as he sat back and took a noisy breath. Then, he took on the air of a father instructing his naïve son. I endured his condescension because I was getting the best advice of my life. Larry looked around the restaurant, then fixed me with a strong gaze and began with, “First, I’ll give you the name of a good divorce lawyer. James Friedman, has been in the business for years. You haven’t heard of him. He doesn’t advertise. He’s not a barracuda.”I interrupted awkwardly and said, “I want a barracuda.” I said it stronger and louder than I had intended. “Do you?” Larry asked. His voice was soft as if he were disappointed. He took a second and then began again but this time slower and with a milder tone as if trying to get me to understand an obvious truth.Larry leaned forward and said, “You’re angry and you’re hurting so naturally you want to hurt the person who dealt you the pain and I assume that’s Holly. But I want you to think about barracudas. Really give them some thought. Barracudas have some nasty teeth. They bite and yes they hurt but they make a mess of things. When one of those fish bites, everyone knows. The victim screams and there is lots of blood in the water.” Larry stopped, raised his eyebrows and waited for me to meet his gaze; when I did, he offered, “what you want is a cat, not a tiger or a lion, but a house cat. With his index and middle finger he walked across the table toward his fork and picked it up. A cat, say a nice tabby, can steal up on a group of mice and get one or as many as he wants without any of them running away. Another wonderful thing about this house cat is that no one need know it’s intentions. You and I just see a cat at play. No one is the wiser and no one gets upset.” Larry paused and then he asked, “You know what I’m saying?””Jake won’t know.” I replied. “Exactly and neither will your parents, your coworkers, your boss or your priest. No one will know because all they will see is a cat at play. Now that’s the second piece of advice, here is my third. This will save you money with Holly and with Friedman. Don’t tell Jim I told you any of this.”Larry reiterated the obvious, “It sounds like you know what your wife is doing.”I nodded. “Can you prove it?” he added and again I nodded. Then, Larry laid it out for me, he said, “Gather as much information as you can, that is, as much damning information as you can. Then choose a graphic format that doesn’t require any thought. You know what I mean, a picture says a thousand words but a video says it all. If you can catch her antics on video great, but you’ll need more than video. You’re a pretty smart guy, so I’m pretty sure that if you don’t know how to make screen captures you can figure it out. Get video of her making it with her friend and then, pick the most damning images for your screenshots. These images will get you clear of her.” I must have looked shocked because Larry stopped and gave me a long, appraising look. Worry furrowed his brow and he asked me if I was OK. I said yes but he asked again anyway. I changed my posture and said, I ‘ve got some video of her with her friend. It sounds like you want me to get more.” “How long is your video?” Larry asked.”About forty minutes.” I answered. Lary unleashed a torrent of questions. “Does it show Holly’s face? Is there any chance that a person who doesn’t know her could doubt her identity? How many encounters does it cover?”When I told him the truth; that it does show her face and that she is begging for him to – do – her and that it was only one encounter Larry stared at the table as if calculating something. When Larry looked up at me, he seemed a little perplexed. He was more like a teacher with a competent student than a parent with an errant c***d. “I’m going to take off the filter and talk frankly with you.” Larry said. I told him I would appreciate it. So Larry said simply “get as much video and audio of her as you can. Then spend some money and make pictures of the really graphic stuff. If you have pictures of her screwing someone else then print it out. if you have audio then have it ready. Meet with Holly, make sure it’s in a public place so she won’t be inclined to argue. But remember, you don’t want anyone else to see this stuff; at least not yet. When she is sitting down across from you tell her you want a divorce. Give her some time to think then tell her your terms. Frankly, I would advise you to be generous; I know you are angry now, but for her to consider the offer it will have to be a good one. Think of the offer as a way of getting her headed into the right direction. Then, as she is facing that direction you’ll kick her in the ass to get her started.”Larry leaned in and said in a more determined tone, “that kick will be from all of the documentation you pour on the table in front of her. Put a lot of it out there. All of the explicit pictures, video and audio; what more of a kick in the ass would anyone need? She’ll have plenty of incentive to go because you’re a generous person and she’ll be motivated to leave because you’ve got enough shit on her to make her life hell. Even a single celled ameba knows to move away from poison and toward food. You do this and you’ll have the shortest divorce proceedings of anyone in the county.”Larry leaned back, and rubbed his left palm with his right thumb as he added with a simper, “that is of course anyone with your income and assets.”I nodded and told him that it sounded like a good idea. He shot me a wolfish grin and said that I was doing the right thing. “This isn’t about feelings. She did you wrong.” Larry tilted his head and continued, “In fact, from what you were trying to say earlier, it sounds like she did you very wrong. That hurts. When someone close to you hurts you like this, it hurts more than if an acquaintance or coworker did it. You trusted her. You have to look at it this way. The relationship is not the same. She isn’t your wife anymore. She is the person who is going to take all of your things. She is going to take your money, your c***d, your house, your cars and your retirement. All of these things you’ve worked for all of your life to get for the both of you, she is now going to take for herself. Don’t get me wrong. She probably won’t be nasty or vindictive. She may even be really nice, but the result is the same. Remember, whether a person kisses you as they steal your wallet or hit you with a hammer as they pick your pocket, either way you’re out all of your money.”Larry leaned in close and said flatly, “if that doesn’t motivate you then think of it this way, she’s already decided to leave. Now you have to decide how much is going with her. Be generous but only so she will leave more easily.” I nodded, then as if on cue, Larry’s phone went off. He took the call, told the person on the line to hold for a minute and thanked me for lunch and told me goodbye. I didn’t get up, in fact, I stayed in the restaurant nursing beer after beer until it was nearly time for dinner. That day, I went home earlier than normal. As I approached the house I didn’t use my garage door opener. Holly’s car wasn’t in the driveway. It could have been in the garage but then, the house was closed up tight, as if the last person to leave wasn’t sure about the weather. I drove past the house and parked two roads down. I went around the back and came through the family room. No one was home. I sat in the wing back chair. I let myself sink into it. The upholstery had an odd coffee and cream polka dot pattern that I had always hated. I looked at it, felt the wood beneath the arms and the carving in the legs. It was an ugly thing. As ugly as anything upholstered ever could be and yet it was mine, bought with money I brought home. Unintentionally, I said “I’m taking this ugly damn thing with me, it’s mine.” I was brought to my senses by the sudden rumble of the garage door. I started to stand but the memory of Larry’s advice made me sit back and melt into the ugly upholstery. My nerves calcified as I heard Holly come through the garage door. She was talking on her cell phone. “I’m not sick, I’m pregnant.” Holly said as she put the grocery bags on the granite countertop. She turned around and leaned against the counter. She was touching the side of her cheek as she held her phone to her ear and let a playful smile form on her lips. “What do you mean, you’ve been busy? Baby, we’re all busy. I want to see you. I need to see you.” Holly said as she shuffled her feet and stared at the floor. Holly held the phone to her ear for a long time before she replied in quiet disappointment. “Is that the only time you’re not working? You can skip a class can’t you?” Listening to her phone, Holly flashed a perfect smile as she giggled a bit then said, “Okay, okay I’m not trying to keep your people down. I know you don’t want to work in the furniture store forever. I didn’t mean anything like that. Come on, I didn’t mean it that way. I just, I just want to see you, that’s all.”Holly paused again. She lost her smile, then pleaded, “I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll make you glad you met with me. You’ll be happy when I’m done. I promise… I promise. But, I can’t tonight, he’ll be home anytime now. But we’ve got all day tomorrow. All day baby, all day to make you glad you said yes.” There was another long pause, Holly’s mood seemed to deflate. Her smile faded and she stopped shuffling her feet. Finally she said quietly into the phone, “the doctor’s office isn’t far from there. I can meet you…Okay. The address is 1009 Melbourne drive. His office is on the top floor. He’s really pretty punctual. I should be out by eleven. Will that give you enough time? Do you want me to meet you somewhere?” Holly nodded slowly and told Kevin she would see him after her appointment. She’d wait for him in the van by the entrance. Holly put the phone into her purse and finished with the groceries. Then, she went through the living room and upstairs. I could hear her stomping around in our bedroom as I opened the back door and walked out. I walked to my car and then drove to the house, making my entrance as I always did, I laid my briefcase on the kitchen counter, loosened my tie and walked into the living room where I turned on the TV and waited for Holly. After dinner and a little small talk about her sister and her k**s I went upstairs to my office for the rest of the night. When I sat down at my desk, I sent an email letting the guys on my team know that I was taking a half day. I spent the rest of my time doing the work that I had to have completed for the next day. I had several cost analysis sheets to complete and a proposal to read over. It was important enough work with a serious enough dead line that I was forced to really work and keep my mind off my wife’s plans. Holly was already asleep when I finally went to bed. The next morning, I was pulling out of the driveway when I noticed the kitchen light came on. To make my plan work, I had to be at work early. At ten o’clock I had the reports and write-ups submitted. I drove to Holly’s doctor’s office and waited across the street in my car. At five after eleven Holly came out of the building. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. That was just the kind of clothes I would expect of a woman coming out a doctor’s appointment. At the doorway, Holly looked around as if she was expecting someone in a car to pull up at any moment. Then, when no one came, she headed down the side of the building. I didn’t follow her. Instead, I crossed the street and went around the building. The closest route was closed by a locked chain link fence. I turned and ran down to the next opening, but it turned out to be just an alcove. Finally, I decided to just run around the block. It was only a few yards. Office buildings fronted the block and behind them was a small access road for the additional parking. At that time of day all of the lots were full and it seemed like every vehicle was a minivan. I was Half way through the second parking lot when it occurred to me that I didn’t know where Holly had parked. If I kept running I was likely to run past her or worse, she’d see me coming. How would I explain my sudden appearance? I slowed down, and started looking through the windshields and windows of the cars and vans around me. There was a movement to my right. It was slight so it wasn’t a person going to or returning from their lunch. No, it was someone trying to be stealthy. I looked behind me and to my sides, then hunkered down and peered around the corner of the white cargo van that sat to my right.Holly seemed to be in the middle of changing her clothes. She was already out of her jeans and was straightening out her mid-thigh length skirt when she suddenly stood up, smiled and turned towards the front of the minivan. Throwing her hands up, she took quick steps out of sight.I didn’t dare to move nor did I try to see what had gotten her attention. Instead, I remained motionless and tried to hold my breath so I could hear and record on my phone everything that was said and there was a lot being said.”Oh, I’m so glad you made it. Baby I’ve missed you so much. We’ve got all day I’ll make it worth your while for coming.” It was Holly, she was talking in one of her high pitched little girl voices.”Hmmm, I ain’t got all day. I got a little time before I got to get back to my classes. I’m paying for this shit. You want to pony up some tuition then I’ll take all day which you” said a man in a resonating baritone. It had to be Kevin.I heard the purr of a hungry cat. Then my wife asked, “So how much time do we have?” I envisioned Holly biting her bottom lip and twisting a shapely leg just as she had done in our kitchen the day before. “What’s it matter? I’m here now, ain’t I?” said the baritone voice. His smugness was foul like dirty grease on my skin. I heard the side door of our minivan screech and bang shut. The hair on the back on my neck prickled. A couple of guys in business suits came out of the building in front of me, as they passed they said hi and then moved in the direction I had come. I couldn’t chance looking back or stopping. I didn’t want to attract any undue attention to me or to Holly and her…friend so I started walking and just kept going. I was crossing the street when the black Mercedes pulled alongside with the same two guys inside. I returned their wave and waited for them to exit the parking lot. When they were down the street some distance I walked as quickly as I could back to our van. Trying to be inconspicuous I peered around the corner. The van door was still closed. I could hear mumbling but not much more of anything else. I started to approach the van when it suddenly rocked hard to one side. I stopped cold in my tracks, but I still didn’t see anyone. Again, the van rocked to one side. I was in plain view next to the van and yet I stood my ground. After an eternity of waiting I leaned forward and peered into the van. It was empty.I got close enough to see my breath on the glass when the van suddenly rocked again. I peered around the side and saw Kevin stooping over the front of our van. From the way he was standing, I could see just the top of his head and the sleeve of his red short sleeve plaid shirt. My mind was a blank. It was obvious what was happening but still I couldn’t conceive of it. I couldn’t formulate the image of my wife in the dirt on her knees, in front of our minivan servicing this rotund black man. The blankness in my mind transferred to my body. I didn’t move, there was no thought of hiding or even of collecting the necessary evidence against Holly. I just stood there, watching this fat black man bend over my slutty, pregnant wife while she orally satisfied him.If he had looked up, he would have seen me. There was no doubt about that, I was the only thing between our van and the white cargo van. But, Kevin never looked up. Instead he closed his eyes and turned his head from side to side. In an evil sibilant whisper he spoke to Holly, who I still couldn’t see. “That’s it, baby, work it. That’s it, I’m almost glad I came all the way down here. Work it real good now and I’ll give you something real special.” Kevin said then shifted his weight onto the other fat leg. The van rocked to the left. Like a trigger, I pulled myself back behind the van. He was moaning like he had stomach cramps, but I doubt he was feeling any pain. “You work that mouth good. Now I’m going to bahis firmaları feed your baby. Oh God, bitch, eat it all, give that baby some lunch. Take it all.” He said loudly. Anyone in the lot would have heard him. I’m sure he didn’t care. He moaned and bent over so his head disappeared behind the hood of the van. As if on cue, I crossed the three feet between our van and the sub compact parked in the space on the driver’s side. I stooped down and walked around the far side of the car till I was on the asphalt lying on my belly with my right hand resting on the car’s front driver’s side tire. Looking around the front of the car I saw what my mind couldn’t visualize on its own. Kevin was bent over at the waist. His big shirt was unbuttoned and d****d low beneath his ponderous belly. I could see Holly’s legs, skirt and bare waist beneath the red, plaid cloth. The rhythmic movements beneath his shirt must have been the reason for Kevin’s moaning. Then Holly’s tiny white hand appeared and pushed the cloth aside as Kevin slowly stood straight up. Standing up, Kevin revealed what my wife had been doing. She was on her haunches between our van’s bumper and Kevin’s thick legs. She had used her right arm as a hook around Kevin’s enormous back. It kept her up and close to the part of him she loved so much. Holly had been suckling on his manhood like a hungry calf. Even though Kevin was upright, Holly held her face to Kevin’s crotch sideways beneath the apron of black flesh. Kevin wiped his glistening forehead with his gelatinous forearm and my wife slumped down against the bumper. She had tears running down her cheeks and except for a couple of pearly white drops on her chin, her face was as red as an apple. Kevin made a circle motion in the air with two fingers and Holly slid her lithe frame between his bulk and the hood of our van. Once she was standing erect she pulled the back of her skirt up and nudged her firm ass under the fold of his hanging gut. Kevin irritably pulled his shirt out of the way as Holly reached behind her bare white ass and stroked his massive choad. Flattened against the hood of our van Holly seemed to be blindly staring at the back of the car in front of me. Her right hand was slowly working his manhood. I could see the thing’s dark purple head, it was only a fraction of an inch from Holly’s ass. She furrowed her brow and her breath came in a hiss between her bared teeth. Then the fucker lurched forward. His ponderous belly jiggled like a bag of g**** jelly. Holly’s mouth opened wide and seemingly without a care to her surroundings, she let loose with a low plaintive moan and she slammed both palms onto the hood. Kevin put his hands over hers and bowed his back so he could drag his wet fat lips over my wife’s bare neck. Then, with another lurch forward Holly was lifted so that she was standing on her toes. She moaned again but this time there was pain in her voice. Holly slowly turned her head and looked up at Kevin. She then moved her hands so they were on top of his and then used her arms to pull herself even farther up the front of our van.Kevin shoved himself forward again. This time he arched his back and Holly spread her legs. That must have been all of the invitation Kevin needed. The black brute began to to buck his hips with enough force to rock the van half the cars in the parking lot.”Oh my God, yours is the best.” Holly proclaimed through another prolonged moan. “My what baby?” Kevin said as he pounded my wife. “Your cock baby. It’s so fucking big. I can feel it my throat. I love it, I gotta have it.”Kevin nodded, licked his lips and proclaimed “You getting it baby. You are getting it real good. Be ready for more. I love fucking pretty, knocked up women.”As Kevin finished telling my pregnant wife about how much cock she was going to get, the fat black bastard bent down, licked Holly’s right ear and said not too quietly, “I made a few myself. Your husband got you first. Is it a girl or a boy?” Holly’s leg muscles tightened. The muscles in her forearms stood up. “Well, you having a girl or boy bitch!” Kevin said as she levered him self back to a standing position. “I’m having a girl.” Holly said. Her voice was low and it lacked any hint of flirtation or guile. It was the tone I had always heard just before one of our more memorable arguments. An evil grin spread across his big brutish face and for the first time I saw the whites of Kevin’s eyes. My wife is obsessed with Kevin. He’s brash and bold and as much a bully as he is anything else. Bullies, all bullies love to find the soft and Holly’s was her c***d. Kevin wasted no time in exploiting his discovery.As he moved his hips with renewed vigor he nuzzled Holly’s neck. She moaned and bared her neck for his fat lips and tongue. Instead of kissing and licking her nape he pressed his lips to her ear and said, “You going to teach this little white girl to act like her momma? Is she going to be pretty, petite and adorable. She going to be well mannered and talk just right. Well, is she?” I saw Holly’ head nod then heard her say in a small voice, “yes, I want her to be like that.” The voice was like one you would have when you couldn’t get enough air. It wasn’t loud because it was mostly an exhale. “She ain’t going to be like that.” Kevin replied. His smile broadened, and small strand of spit fell on Holly’s nape. Kevin continued his assault on the perceptions Holly held of her motherhood. He thrust into her like he wanted to move the van as he said,”she’ll be like her mom alright. She’ll drop to her knees and pleasure any black man that come along. She’ll be a whore because she’ll see her momma being a whore. You won’t be able to hide it. It aint a switch you can turn on and off baby. Sooner or later that girl is going see you pleasuring me or one of my kin and she is going to know that is her rightful place.” With the words he was saying Kevin found a rhythm that allowed him to enjoy the Holly’s discomfiture without spewing his seed. He looked down at her and watched her movements. It was obvious to me that every word was chosen and then spoken to maximize Holly’s discomfort. After taking a quick look around, Kevin said in a louder voice, “You know its true, don’t you bitch. Don’t you, you know it’s true. Monkey see monkey do. That girl is going to be just like you. Just like you. You know it’s true…Don’t you?” Holly didn’t answer. She turned her face toward me. Thank God her eyes were closed. She moaned but that mustn’t have been the answer Kevin was looking for, He stopped ramming his cock into her and once again lurched forward and upward. Holly was gasping as Kevin half whispered, “it don’t matter because this is the last white baby you ever going to have. Maybe you best let your husband raise it.” Just then, Holly came alive. She turned toward her black owner and said, “You’ll take me out of my house, out of my church and away from my husband? I’ll be so bad. So fucking bad, won’t i?” “Hell bitch, I done did half of that shit.” Kevin said through a snarl, then with a relaxed tone he added, “Bad? Fuck bitch, you the woman in a parking lot behind your baby doctor getting fucked by a man, a black man, who ain’t your husband. You is pregnant and getting my fat black cock jammed up your pussy in the middle of the day. You hear me? In the middle of the day, you is getting my shit between your legs right here in a parking lot. I ain’t making you bad. Bitch you is already there.” “I am”, Holly purred. Then she turned her head up as a supplicant to his taboo nature. Tears filled her eyes and began to fall slowly down her cheeks as she made her confession.”I need to be bad. I need to be your woman. Nothing else matters.” Holly was relaxed against the hood of the van. She was speaking in a free flow of consciousness. Kevin’s neck seemed to go slack and his big head rocked backward. Looking upward he suddenly, aggressively shoved himself into my wife. Reflexively, Holly’s legs spread open. It was like she was straddling a fat horse. And that horse was climaxing. Holly Groaned as Kevin smashed her against the hood and flooded her pregnant womb with his black sperm. For an eterenity he held himself rigid and deposited his vile seed into my pregnant wife. Holly appeared to be entering nirvana, Kevin was entering something else. The tendons in his neck were taut and he was baring his teeth and hissing like an angry snake.Kevin spat out, “That is the last white baby you are ever going to have. Now on, only black cock and only black nut in your ass. That means mine most of the time. But you’ll…”Holly finished Kevin’s thoughts with “I’ll fuck anyone. Anyone you want.” “Damn right.” Kevin replied. The black fucker leaned down and gave a big, wet, open mouthed kiss to Holly. Then Kevin pulled away from the kiss and stepped back from Holly’s ass. Her ass was red and she was covered with sweat. Somehow, through their tryst, holly had lost her top and her tiny skirt was in a bunch around her feet. Kevin wiped the sweat from his face with his huge black arm. The stretch marks that radiated from his elbow swayed like a spider web in the wind. When the sweat was gone, Kevin beamed with a huge fat smile. He was looking down at my wife. Holly was on her knees in front of the fat man. Like a good, dutiful slave, she lifted his black cock and licked his scrotum. Then she shifted her attention to his cock. She ran her tongue up and down it’s length until it shone like a wet inner tube. She was holding the foreskin back and cleaning the head of his cock when Kevin stopped her. “That’s enough baby. Damn, you getting better. Seems being with c***d suites you. From now on, you going to have good babies.” Kevin said slowly. Holly nodded and dropped her gaze as she said, “You’ll take me away. I’ll be free. I’ll be with you, I’ll do what you say and, oh God, It’ll feel so good. So damn good.” Kevin dressed and when he was finished Holly rose. She was naked except for her shoes. Kevin nodded toward her and she pulled the brief skirt up and retrieved her top. As she was buttoning the top, I noticed her neck. There were several hickeys along the sweep of her nape. Once they were both dressed, Holly circled the great brute. She straightened his shirt and pants and patted off the dust and dirt from the parking lot. He stood like a man accustomed to being pampered. Finally, they stood facing each other, Holly gave him an appraising look then smiled her approval and handed Kevin her keys. I slunk back out of sight behind the car as they got in the van. In a moment they were gone. I held onto that video. It was stupid, maybe even cowardly, but I never confronted Holly with it. I made a couple of copies. I kept one hidden in the basement and the other on a flash drive around my neck. I’ve watched the movie repeatedly over the intervening months. I suppose in a way, it must have been the movie that kept me primed for the things I saw. I was constantly horny during those last few months of our marriage. Hell, I don’t want to admit it, and, I don’t want to think that it was true but I held off confronting Holly all through her pregnancy because I liked what she was doing. Like a d**g, each voyeuristic session I recorded just whetted my appetite for more. Not just more time, no, not just more of Holly being unfaithful. I didn’t just want more time and more images of my wife naked and giving herself to an obese black man. I wanted, hell, I needed to see Holly peel off all the roles that she always used like armor. I needed to see more of Holly’s degradation. We didn’t have sex in the car or on the deck in the backyard because Holly said that someone might see us. She didn’t suck my cock because as she put it, “Mother’s don’t kiss their k**s with lips that have done that.” Holly always quoted the Bible whenever sex with someone outside our marriage was brought up. When I suggested that we watch “Eyes Wide Shut.” Holly, agreed but after the movie I had to listen to her tirade about the Bible’s proclamation on marriage; that it’s scared and is between one man and one woman. She ended that night with a warning of sorts, “if this was your way of telling me that you want another woman, then you need to think about how expensive c***d support can be.” Finally, if I were to count on my fingers the times my wife joyfully initiated sex, I’d only need one hand. Holly never called my cell phone and begged to see me. When I travelled for work, my calls were as perfunctory as ordering a pizza, no actually, I suppose I looked forward to the pizza. Anyway, I guess I have to admit it. I liked watching her. I loved seeing my uptight, conservative wife act like such a slut around that fat black bastard. It was proof of her true nature. When she was around him all of the sweet candy coating melted away and she was her true self. She was a black cock loving whore. Several weeks passed since that day in the parking lot. At the end of her second trimester, I was asked to do some travelling for work. I was only going to be gone for a couple of days but I lied and told Holly that I would be gone for two weeks. At first, I felt like a pervert, sneaking around the house trying to peak on my wife. But those feelings subsided when I got my first video. It started with Kevin knocking on my front door. When Holly answered, he barreled into the foyer and lifted my wife up in his arms. In one quick motion, with her back against the wall, he impaled her with his black cock. Curiously, He didn’t check if she had panties on, she wasn’t allowed to wear them. Evidently that rule even applied in our own home. He fucked like he was in a fight. He snarled and spat through their coupling. Holly screamed on his first thrust and just moaned through the rest. He was doing exactly what she wanted. It was nothing but brute instinct and anger. Before he was through, Kevin took a meaty paw and turned my wife’s head and buried his face in her nape. Holly panicked and pleaded for him to stop. Instead, Kevin thrust himself upward and emptied his nuts into my wife’s womb. He came in the same place where my daughter was growing. After his climax, Kevin let Holly slump down the wall. He put his pants on and left. When the door shut behind his fat ass, Holly got up slowly and walked tenderly to the hall mirror where she examined her badge. It was a big purple hickey just below her right ear. There was no hiding it. She looked a little scared but then shook her head and went about her day of cleaning and straightening the house. Around six o’clock in the evening of the same day an expensive sports car pulled into the garage. I wasn’t home and unfortunately I only got a glimpse of the tail lights before the garage door came down. Not long after the garage door closed, Holly appeared at the front bay window. She had a broad smile. She reached up high on each side and pulled the d****s closed. I couldn’t approach the house; there were too many people out in their yards who knew me. So, instead, I went across town to my hotel and forced myself to eat some dinner and after stopping at Starbucks, I drove back. I parked in an empty parking lot and began the long walk in the dark to my house. It was hard to keep from running. My mind kept sifting through everything I had seen and recorded. I was still six blocks away when I began to fantasize about what lay ahead.As if Holly was a character in an erotic story, I tried to contemplate what I would see. I was weighing the possibilities as I got closer to the house. She was already fucking his friends so seeing her with multiple black males was no stretch of the imagination. I had seen that before. As a matter of fact, I had already gotten video of Holly in a frat house, screwing three of Kevin’s college buddies. I had just gotten off the plane and was headed home As it turned out, I was just in time to see Kevin and Holly leaving the house in an expensive sports car. I followed them to the school. It was a Tuesday night. The Frat house was a shabby building at the end of a cul-de-sac. They were in a room on the ground level in the back of the house. Fortunately, the yard was dark and the windows were open enough for my camera and microphone. By the time I had made my way to the window and was able to look in, Kevin was sitting in an overstuffed recliner and he had a video game controller in his hand. Each guy rotated between fucking my wife and playing the video game. When I came upon the scene a rotund black guy was fucking my wife’s pregnant womb. Holly was naked and bent over a dirty plaid couch. Both of her arms were extended to either side. She was clinging onto the couch cushions. Her arm muscles were taut. The fat black stranger was behind her grunting like an excited pig. Holly appeared to be struggling to keep her footing and not be pushed over the couch. It took a while for the stranger to finish; when he did, he simply stepped back, pulled up his pants and said “next”. The equally big guy who was sitting on the floor in front of the TV, playing the video game, handed off the controller to the one who had just finished with Holly. He never took his eyes off the screen as he walked around the sofa and behind my naked, pregnant wife. During the whole thing, he watched the other two black guys play as he dropped his pants and unceremoniously fucked Holly until he too, climaxed. He never looked down at my wife. In this way, all three of Kevin’s friends had several turns on Holly. Then, as confirmation of her status, Kevin threw Holly a towel so she could sit as he put it “without nasticating the couch all up.” Before Kevin and Holly left the Frat house, Holly sucked each of their black cocks till they came down her throat. As she was finishing the last one, another black student came into the room. Just as Holly was wiping her chin on her forearm and her last black lover was hauling up his pants, the newcomer walked up to her put his hand behind her head and fed her his cock. She immediately took the dark thing to its base. In no time the skinny black fucker was spewing cum all over Holly’s face. “What the fuck are you doing? Damn, now what she going do?” Kevin said angrily. The skinny new comer looked puzzled. “I came on her face. Ain’t that what you’re supposed to do with sluts?” The newcomer said as he cowered at Kevin’s approach. The skinny black guy’s shoulders rose and his rodent eyes darted around the room. Holly didn’t move. Kevin bellowed “Not when I’m taking her out. Fuck, man, look at her makeup.” The newcomer gave an exaggerated cringe, pulled up his zipper and ran upstairs. Without looking down, Kevin told Holly to go into the bathroom and clean kaçak iddaa up. Holly stood and walked toward the hallway at the front of the room. At that moment, my video went deathly silent. All of the males in the room were staring at Kevin. Just as Holly entered the hallway Kevin called out for her to stop. “You best put some clothes on before you go.” Kevin pointed at a small pile of clothes in front of the couch. Holly padded back to the pile and quickly put her skirt and blouse on and after stepping into her shoes my wife once again headed down the hallway to wash up. I thought about that video as I walked up Stuart Street. I was still three blocks from my house. I was taking the long way around. Holly was too cautious to invite a bunch of black men over to the house while I was gone. Most likely then, Kevin was with her and they were alone. I had seen so much between these two. Oral sex was nothing new. Holly eagerly fellated the black bastard. Kevin dominated every aspect of Holly’s life and Holly let him. Kevin decided when they would get together then he decided what she wore and how she wore it. He let her speak and gave her the words to say. If he wanted to fuck, Holly bent over. If he wanted oral sex, Holly opened her mouth. Holly never questioned him and she never complained. I rounded the corner to Cedar Bend, the street directly behind mine. George’s backyard butts against mine so I cut through his yard and hopped over the section of fence behind the shed. The yard was black. In the house, the only light was coming from the living room. The d****s were closed but by approaching from the far side I could get between the bushes and window without any worries of being seen by neighbors walking their dogs or late night joggers. Being this close to the window I could make use of any small opening between the panels. The light was coming from the dining room but it was empty. Our TV was on and really, it was all I needed to see. Kevin must have set up a webcam and was using the television as a monitor. The screen clearly showed my living room from the vantage of the TV. Because the couch faced away from the window it was out of direct sight. What I couldn’t see through the window was displayed in high definition on my television. Holly was on the couch laying on her back. Her eyes were fixed on the TV. Kevin was bent over her like a nightmare. They were both naked. Even though Kevin was propped up on his arms his ponderous gut still laid on Holly’s thick, pregnant belly. Her lithe ivory arms and legs were wrapped around her rutting male. Holly’s expression was a heavy mixture of desire and concern. They must have been at it for some time, because, Kevin’s skin shone as if he had been oiled. “Oh God, please be easy.” I heard Holly plead in a small faraway voice. “I aint slamming my shit in you near as hard as I could. You needs to stop worrying about how hard or soft I’m treating you and work on getting my nut. You can’t crack a shell without a little tap. I’ve had you in every way. Every way. Now, I’m going to have you missionary like. Do want me to coat your walls baby?” Kevin said in a greasy voice. Holly turned from the TV and looked right into Kevin’s eyes and pleaded loudly, “Bust your nut in me. Fuck me and don’t ever stop.” The fat black fucker grunted loudly then went slack on top of my wife. After a few moments he levered himself up and sat on the end of the couch. Holly sat up and bent over. She was holding her belly like she had been gut shot. Kevin looked down at her, tapped her on the side and told her to get cleaned up. As she got off the couch he added, “and don’t take too long, on your way back get me a beer. One of those I brought.” A few minutes later, Holly padded back into the room. She was naked as before but her hair was damp. She was no longer holding her belly. The TV was playing an annoying action movie. The sound was turned up too high for me to hear what they were saying. But, I suppose I really didn’t need to hear anything to understand what was going on. It didn’t take long for Holly’s head to disappear from the back of the couch. Then, Kevin kept looking down at his crotch. After a few minutes he too disappeared beneath the top of the couch. Nearly an hour went by in which I found myself watching the movie, then Holly appeared. She was breathing heavily and rocking back and forth. Her swollen breasts were slowly swaying to her movements. As if putting on a show for her black lover, Holly slowly ran her fingers through her hair and the tip of her tongue over her lips. Then things changed. Holly closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and picked up the pace of her fucking. She was gasping for breath as she worked toward her orgasm. I didn’t need to see the action to know what was going on. She was straddling the fat fucker. She was letting him lay there on my couch while she fucked him. Just like in all of their interactions Holly was doing all of the work. She was single mindedly chasing her own orgasm. Time and again she arched her back and then sat back; no doubt impaling herself on his huge manhood. Then Holly was a sudden statue. “Why’d you make me stop?” she asked in her littler girl voice that was loud enough for me to hear above the TV. “Stop what?” Kevin asked in a soft baritone. My wife didn’t answer him but instead stated the obvious, “I was so close. I was so close. I’ve been good. Please, I need to come. I need it really bad. Please don’t tease me.””Tease you? You the tease, I want you to tell me something.” Kevin replied. He sounded as disinterested about her needs as she was about mine. “What do you want me to say? I’ve needed your cock ever since I saw it. I’ll do anything for you. I’ve done more than anyone would have guessed. Tell me, and I’ll do it. I swear I’ll do it.” Holly made her promise as she pushed her breasts together and pinched her nipples between her forefinger and thumb of each hand. Slowly Holly moved back and forth but then suddenly stopped again. Kevin bellowed in an expansive commanding voice, “I want the truth. I want to know what you are thinking. I want to know your desires. I want to know if you are with me.” Holly went slack. When she replied it was more free association than communication. “I am yours. For now, for always I will do what pleases you. I will fuck your friends. If you so choose I will have your baby. I want your beautiful, black baby in my body. I’ll teach him to be just like his daddy. I’ll make you happy; I know I will.” “What you want from this? You just crazy about my cock, you just love the way it makes you feel, is that what you want?” Kevin hissed.”I love the way I feel when you’re around. I love you. I love fucking you. And I love being yours, all yours, to do with as you see fit. You set me free…” Holly was speaking as a woman with no ties to anyone but to the lover beneath her. I’ve never seen her so obsessed.Heedless of secrecy and stealth, is stood up and pushed my way through the shrub. Intent upon breaking up my wife’s disgusting dalliance I went to the front door but I never opened it. I just stood on my porch and stared at the door. After a couple of minutes which felt more like the entire evening, I just turned around and went back to my car. I returned the next night. Kevin was once again in my house. He was watching my TV with my wife next to him. Unlike Kevin, Holly was naked. Kevin was sitting in my recliner. He had a glass of beer at his elbow and my naked, pregnant wife on the floor by his feet. Holly’s naked torso was pressed against his pant leg. Her heavy, full breasts were perfect. Holly’s age and pregnancy came together to caste her as perfect symbol of femininity and ripeness. My wife was utterly naked and yet her black master paid her as much attention as I did the dog when he laid on the floor next to me as I worked. For the rest of the two weeks Holly stayed true to her word, she did everything Kevin wanted. She never asked any questions and he never had to tell her anything twice. My pregnant wife did whatever that fat fucker wanted. Each night Kevin slept in my bed. Holly woke early each morning and cooked breakfast. Kevin didn’t get cold cereal or yogurt and wheat toast. She fried him bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast. She didn’t eat with him but instead sat next to him and waited on him like a hired servant. No, a servant would have had been clothed, Holly was naked. Her hair was washed and nicely styled. Her legs were smooth and her nails were manicured. Her makeup was impeccable. No, a servant would not have shown this level of dedication. Holly was a slave. Kevin’s slave and he was her obsession. I spent the rest of the two weeks of my supposed trip watching and well, spying on my wife. Kevin stayed in my home every night. Whether he spent the day at the furniture store or at school he ended up each night fucking my wife in my bed. I kept a close eye on Holly’s activities, so it was easy for me to go into the house while she was gone. These days remotely controlled surveillance equipment is cheap. I bought a package that contained six mini-cameras with accompanying microphones for less than I paid for my dog. I put the main unit in the attic. Each camera and microphone ran off of batteries. Configuring the cameras was easy, going into the house wasn’t, not because I had to worry about being caught but instead I had to see my house in the hands of another man. Our family pictures that sat on the shelves in the living room were all turned backward. The family pictures that normally hung in the hallway were gone. Our wedding pictures weren’t on our night stands but instead were stowed away in the bottom drawers. Curiously, I didn’t really feel anything from these insults. Larry was right, Holly was no longer my wife. She was just the woman who was leaving me. I turned on the cameras each evening when Kevin came home. Each afternoon when Holly left, I went into the house and replaced all of the batteries. I didn’t want to run the chance of missing something because of a low battery. I was inured to what each camera brought me. The camera in the foyer showed that Holly always took all of her clothes off at the door. In the house, she was always naked. Every evening she greeted him at the door completely naked except for a pair of acrylic heels. Her hair and makeup was always perfect. The routine was always the same. She handed him a beer then immediately went to her knees. My naked pregnant wife gave that fat black fucker a blow job every single night. Judging from the fervor she put into milking his cock, you’d think she was the one being pleasured instead of him. One evening, two nights before I was due to come home, I saw him give a slight wag of his head. He was looking down at Holly as she was holding his cock and licking his huge testicles. Kevin’s disapproving expression, as slight as it was, made Holly double her efforts. “What’s wrong? Am I not doing something right?” Holly asked. She sounded genuinely concerned. With an odd smirk on his face Kevin answered, “You need to switch this shit up. You suck cock better than any white girl alive but after a while even a starving man get tired of steak every night.” For a moment Holly looked dejected. Her eyes scanned the floor around her, then, as if suddenly renewed she looked up, bit her bottom lip and untied both of his black dress shoes. He languidly lifted each foot and Holly gently pulled each shoe off his big feet. My wife pulled at the waist of the fat fucker’s pants. When his pants were in a pile at his feet Holly slowly ran both of her hands along the outside of each of his thick legs. To my surprise instead of once again sucking on his big cock, my wife nudged the black fucker till he was facing the wall. Holly kissed and licked every square inch of his immense buttocks. She rubbed and fondled his thick thighs and ass then pressed her face against his left buttock. She kissed the immense hairy thing. I saw her tongue dart out and taste his skin. She shuddered and then repeated the same action on his other buttock. Holly switched from side to side as she sunk farther down his ass cheeks. Kevin arched his back, and with the deliberateness of a practiced slut, my wife pried Kevin’s enormous cheeks apart and buried her lips in the crack. Holly kissed and licked up and down the length of Kevin’s black ass crack. Each time she dipped her head and bent down, she went farther. Then, as if finding a hidden candy, Holly craned her head back and pushed her face fully into his ass. Holly’s throat was distended. Her jaw moved up and back slightly. The mother of my unborn daughter was lustily tossing an obese black man’s salad and she was doing it in my house. She pressed her face into his ass crack then pulled away and licked up and down the dark crevice. Holly, reached down and stroked his hard rod and kept stroking it until he grunted and he pushed her away. With his cock in his hand Kevin fisted the dark manhood and yelled at Holly to open her mouth and keep it open. “Open your mouth, that’s it open it wide.” He commanded. Holly sat on her haunches with her mouth open wide as Kevin climaxed. His first jet of spunk went into her waiting mouth. Then he shot another gob of thick goo. It fell short and landed on her chin. The last jet fell on her nose. Kevin staggered away from Holly. As if oblivious to the depravity of her own actions, Holly shot the fat fucker a grin of satisfaction then calmly went about scooping his semen up with her fingers till she had a hand full. She then licked it out of her hand like a woman dying of thirst. Holly must have switched it up enough for him. I didn’t see her toss Kevin’s salad again. it was either a onetime thing or she wasn’t doing it in front of any of my cameras. The last day, only hours before I was scheduled to arrive from my feigned trip, I followed Holly to the furniture store where Kevin worked. It was a nice day, the sun was out and there wasn’t a trace of clouds, not even the fluffy white ones. Holly drove past the front of Kevin’s store then abruptly turned down the street next to the building and parked in the rear. I didn’t follow but instead went around the block and parked within sight of the store front. When I came to a stop, Holly was on the sidewalk in front of the store. She was wearing a long rain coat and a pair of clear heels. Holly opened the door and strode into the store like a woman ready to buy. A couple of minutes passed and a man and a woman with a small c***d left through the same door. After the family left and was no longer in front of the store. A thin, elderly, gray haired black man in a sweater vest and blue pants stepped out onto the side walk and looked around. Seemingly satisfied with what he saw, the man went back into the store and locked the door. I could see something moving through the glass and between the two painted advertisements. On the left in big white letters was “Buy one lamp!” and to the right in thick yellow letters “Get the second half off!” Between the ‘Buy’ and the ‘Get’ and far into the store was Holly. Through the glare on the glass and with no help from the store’s subdued lighting I just barely made out her green coat. She was standing with her back to the front of the store. She must have been midway into the store. She was motionless. At first I thought she was alone because there was no one standing around her, but no, with a passing truck the glare was suspended just long enough for me to see the heads of three elderly black men sitting in front of her. Holly stood in front of them like a cheap lap dancer. The truck passed and as it did so, Holly shrugged the coat off her shoulders. The glare returned and I was blind to her antics. All the same, I kept staring at the store front till a van stopped. The last thing I saw was my naked wife lowering herself in front of the semi circle of old black men. Holly emerged from the store nearly two hours later. She was alone and a bit unsure on her heels. Still, she managed to slowly walk back to the minivan. It was nearly time for me to be picked up from the airport. Holly got back onto the main road but she was driving in the wrong direction. She was heading home. I drove to the airport and returned my car. I made several calls from a pay phone in the airport terminal. Holly didn’t answer our home phone or her cell. So,I went to the bar and had a couple of beers, talked to a couple of the guys and got a lively conversation going with the bartender over the merits of ECHL hockey. I then tried calling home again and got nothing. Hell, How long does it take to douche and clean semen off your skin? After three hours I went to a different car rental company and rented a car. Just as I was completing the paper work, my cell rang. Holly sounded genuinely apologetic. She said that she had felt faint all day and so took a nap. She had set an alarm but it must not have gone off. “Didn’t you hear the phone?” I asked after listening to her describe her day of nausea. Holly’s lie was oil on water. She said, “No, I turned it down because of all the telemarketers. They’ve been driving me crazy these last couple of days.”Holly picked me up an hour and ten minutes later. She was clean, quiet and smelled like my favorite perfume. Through the whole ride home, Holly only spoke when spoken to first. It was odd behavior but I tried to make light of it by telling her that I was exhausted from the long flight back home. I couldn’t stop wondering if her behavior was nothing more than damage control; the less she said the smaller the probability of a screw up. But, on the other hand, maybe it was a behavioral artifact. Maybe Holly had internalized Kevin’s “women should be seen and not heard” philosophy. The house was the same as when I left. The pictures were in their rightful places. None of them were turned around and the sofa, loveseat and recliner were in their rightful places and were clean. And of course, my Holly was the same. It didn’t take her very long to start complaining about how she felt. Sitting on the sofa where only days before she had laid beneath her mammoth black lover, Holly announced, “I feel like, if I move too much everything is going to come right out. I better not jostle around too much.” I’ve been married long enough to know what that announcement really meant. She might as well have said “if you were thinking about having sex, don’t because we aren’t having any.” I was walking into my old life. It was the same old frustrating, go nowhere life that I had always muddled through. I watched Holly lay herself gingerly on the sofa. By all accounts, this was not the woman kaçak bahis who had just given herself to a bunch of men in a furniture store. No this Holly, the one in front of me wincing at every movement wasn’t sore because she had been on her knees sucking several black cocks. No, this Holly was sore because the pregnancy was so hard on her. I remember smiling just then. The pregnancy was hard on her. I repeated that statement again and again. The pregnancy was hard on her. I got Holly something to drink and a throw-blanket and after kissing her on the forehead I went to my office and made a few phone calls. Holly slept most of the day on the sofa. I woke her just in time for us to go to bed together. In the morning, just before six, Alexandria, Holly’s mother met me at the front door.”How is she? Alexandria asked before I could open the screen door. I looked at the floor and took a judicious moment before telling her all of Holly’s complaints. Worry grew on Alexandria’s face. She took my forearm and stared into my face as I told her, “She seems to be fine but… Well, that’s what she’ll tell you. She said she was too tired to walk up the stairs to our bedroom last night. She practically fell onto the couch this morning. She said she wasn’t sick just really tired. Alexandria, she’s been really tired. While I was gone, nearly every time I called she said she was so tired that she couldn’t talk for long. I’ve never seen her like this.”After a pause, Alexandria gasped, took my hand in hers and looked up at me “Did you call a doctor? Did you take her to the Hospital?” she asked in a whisper. “She wouldn’t let me. I know I should have but I was gone for two weeks. I didn’t know. I mean, I thought she might have really just been tired. But I’ve had time to think about it and I really think she needs someone here to keep an eye on her. I don’t want to impose, you know but, maybe could you stay here awhile?” Lying to Holly’s mother was far easier than I had anticipated. Holly had always kept her mother at arm’s length. Alexandria must have seen my request as a way of getting closer to Holly; and that was perfect. The possibility of Alexandria shoring up her relationship with Holly had Alexandria looking in the right direction. So I said as if in passing, “I’ll call my mother so she can come over and stay with her during the day. I just couldn’t get a hold of her this morning. Could you stay for a couple of hours?”Alexandria shook her head slightly. “Don’t call Marianne. I’d love to spend a few hours every day with Holly. With Jake off to college, she could use the company. I’ll come for as long as you need. Don’t you worry about a thing. She and I will have a great time. Howard will be glad to get me out of the house. So you go ahead and go to work. I’ll see you when you get back.”Every day for just over a month, Alexandria visited with Holly. When she didn’t stay from dawn to dusk, she popped in unannounced. At first Holly didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to like the time she and her mother had together. The bitch even referred to it as her time without men. The complaints started coming around the third or fourth week. Initially, I ignored Holly’s grumblings. But one afternoon, just as Alexandria left Holly turned from the door and said accusingly “so, you asked her to watch over me?””Of course I did. You were tired all of the time. When I got back from my trip you just laid on the couch all night.” I countered unequivocally.Holly shook her head and said “Oh, now I get it.” I acted mildly surprised. No reason to get too worked up just yet. After all, I was just being a concerned husband and father. Holly shook her head as she stared wide eyed at the floor and said, “That’s why she’s been here every day. I can’t get go anywhere or do anything because I never know when she is going to come walking through the door.” I flashed a quick grin and went upstairs to my office. The remaining weeks of Holly’s pregnancy were pretty uneventful. Nearly every day at dinner I had to endure a litany of complaints. I got to hear everything from my mother-in-law’s bathroom habits to her inability to grasp basic computing on her laptop. Holly’s complaints were a daily dinner time event that, admittedly, I enjoyed more than I should have, she told them with a flourish of her arms and a high pitched wail. Each time, Holly ended up laughing and hanging on my shoulder just like she used to do when we were first married. I found myself warming up to the bitch. Holly was charming and because of her mother she was undoubtedly faithful. Then, Rebecca was born. It was five in morning when Holly nudged me awake. She simply said “it’s time” and I was up with the bag and helping her down the steps. Rebecca came into the world three hours and forty five minutes later. A couple of days later Holly was back in the house and our lives were forever changed. There were a few weeks that I let myself believe we were a family. I thought how Holly and I would love each other as a mother and father should and our daughter would grow as our love flourished; strong and happy as a symbol of our undying love. My thoughts were a fool’s folly; and nothing more.It was late on a Thursday. I don’t remember the date but I remember the feeling, it was a cold brick at the bottom of my neck. I couldn’t swallow, hell, I could hardly breathe when I rounded the corner and saw Kevin’s sports car in the driveway. Instinctively I clutched the jump drive hanging around my neck. It was full of all the videos I had collected of Holly’s antics. Like an obsessive c***d with a comic book collection, I had sorted and categorized them. I had even made compilations of Holly’s most degrading moments. I drove past my house. In front of the stop sign at the end of our street, I called home. “Honey, I’m really sorry but I’m going to be late. The new guy, Paul messed up the cost overrun sheet. Karl says the revisions have to go out in the morning. Damn these things normally take a week to put together and then another week for revisions and…”Holly stopped my gushing lie and said coolly “Ok, so it sounds like you’re going to be to be really late. What time are we looking at?” I stopped, took a long breath and said, “I’ll call you before I come home but I really don’t think I’ll be there before ten o’clock.” Holly took a deep breath, and then with a hint of disappointment reminded me that my team should be doing this not just me. Then in a tone of forgiveness she said, “I’ll see you tonight. I’ll hold off eating dinner just call me and I’ll make sure to heat it up for us.” then she whispered goodbye. It was the sexiest whisper I had ever heard and I’m sure it wasn’t intended for me.In ten minutes I was around the corner and once again scaling George’s fence. The dining room lights were on and this time both Kevin and Holly were sitting at the table. Holly was busying herself, by putting food on the table and serving Kevin. She put a thick cut of roast on his plate, potatoes, asparagus and bread. She even poured his beer for him. Only after Kevin motioned that the food was adequate did Holly sit down across the table from him. Other than being in my home, eating my roast while sitting in my chair, Kevin and Holly looked like a normal everyday couple. After they were done eating, Kevin got up from the table and sat in my recliner. I watched him sit in my seat and fumble around the coffee table till he found the remote and changed the channel from the national news to a sorry action movie. Watching Kevin act so cavalier made me angry and forget all about Holly. I suppose I was assuming my wife was cleaning up and loading the dishwasher. I was wrong.Just as the fat fucker was settling into my seat Holly entered the room. My wife was completely naked. She padded into the room as quiet as a cat. Kevin was brushing crumbs out of the folds in his huge shirt when Holly came to a stop between his spread thighs. Kevin licked his thick lips as he slowly let his gaze travel up her voluptuous body. Holly had only gained a couple pounds with the pregnancy. Those pounds were perfectly placed. Holly’s ass and breasts were in perfect proportion. Her breasts hung full and round. They’re capped with pink nipples that were hardening as she stood between her obese owner’s legs. Kevin nodded toward his crotch and Holly immediately went to her knees. Serendipity gave my camera the best angle to capture the action of my wife unfastening her black lover’s pants, snaking her hands down beneath his plaid boxers and hauling out his humungous cock. My camera recorded the adoration on Holly’s face and the desire in her eyes as she lowered herself and took his cock into her mouth. My wife and mother of our new born daughter, licked her fat black lovers cock from testicles to meatus. Her big breasts jiggled and swayed as she pumped his thick black cock. Kevin laid a hand on her head and pulled her hair away from her face. He stared down at my wife as she loved his cock with her hands, her breasts and her lips. She kissed his cock. She fondled his testicles and put his manhood between her milk laden breasts. My camera caught the jiggling of Holly’s ass and breasts as she moved up and down, fucking Kevin’s massive cock with her breasts. The microphone caught my wife’s moans. She sounded like she was receiving orals sex instead of giving it. “Damn, you smell good. Look at you wiggling that ass around. Do you love my cock?” Kevin asked Holly moaned through her reply of “it’s been so long”. “Yeah it sure has. You all healed up?” Kevin asked lazily.”Yes, I can make you happy.” Holly answered. Her voice was a hollow whisper. “Make me happy? Look at you. You’re writhing and pumping those hips. Your pussy smells hot and sweet. You’re wanting my cock as much as I’m wanting you. “I’ll be happy too”, Holly said with a sly smile. “Then climb on up here.” Kevin said. Holly sat back on her haunches. She untied Kevin’s sneakers and took them and his socks off. She ran her small white hands over his feet and briefly massaged his arches. My naked wife then reached up and helped Kevin lower his pants. When she had the pants completely off, Kevin sat bare assed naked in my chair, Holly folded the pants and laid them neatly next to Kevin’s shoes and socks. Turning from her lover’s clothes, Holly approached the chair and stood in front of Kevin. My wife let the brute maul her swollen breasts. My camera caught Kevin’s lips on my wife’s nipples and it caught the movements of Kevin’s throat as he drank her mother’s milk. Holly held her lover’s head as he drank. He kissed and sucked on both breasts then kissed and licked Holly’s belly then he looked up into my wife’s eyes and reclined back in my chair. Holly climbed up into the chair facing Kevin. Planting her legs on either side of his, Holly leaned forward and open mouth kissed her black lover. Kevin left his mouth open and my wife licked his tongue and lips as if they were coated with honey. Then she smothered his face with soft kisses. By the time she was done kissing Kevin’s face, my wife’s ass was resting on her lover’s lap and Kevin’s black cock was deep in her pussy. Even though the camera was in a perfect spot to catch Holly’s shapely, soft ass slowly move up and down over her seated black lover, I never saw much more than an inch or two of his manhood. My wife kept his cock buried inside her. It was obvious that she savored the feel of Kevin’s entire length inside her sex. She moaned and shivered as she fucked herself. Kevin was quiet and still. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen until Rebecca started to cry. Immediately Holly pulled herself up off of Kevin, climbed off the chair and walked naked to the pumpkin seat sitting on the kitchen table. I left the camera running and it caught Holly getting a bottle then heating it, testing its temperature and then feeding Rebecca. After a few minutes, Holly put the empty bottle in the sink, leaned down and kissed Rebecca’s cheek and returned to the living room. Kevin was in the same place as before but his expression was completely different. “Get the fuck over here and finish what you started.” He told my wife as she entered the living room. Kevin got up from his seat. He pulled his shirt off and threw it. It landed on the end table. With a crash the Waterford vase that had been sitting there shattered onto the floor. In the face of Kevin’s sudden rage Holly froze, her mouth dropped open but she didn’t move or say a word. Kevin stood up, grabbed Holly by the arm and pulled her toward the couch. He kicked the coffee table out of the way and forced Holly to bend over in front of him. Holly pleaded for Kevin to wait but he ignored her and kicked her legs apart and pushed her face down into the couch. Bending at such an extreme angle put Holly’s sex at the perfect angle for the big black fucker. With a surge of rolling skin and fat Kevin jammed his cock into Holly. Immediately her hands moved so she wouldn’t topple onto the sofa. Kevin stopped for a moment. Kevin screamed “Who the fuck do you think you are? You don’t ever just get up in the middle of a fuck and leave.” then he slapped my wife’s ass. Kevin began to savagely fuck my wife from behind. “Wait please, I had to…” Holly pleaded but Kevin cut her off.”I ain’t waiting for shit out of you.” Kevin bellowed. My camera caught the image of that obese black fucker savagely mating with my wife. Two times Holly asked Kevin to wait and each time his response was a hard slap on her ass. After the second slap Holly spread her legs, hung her head and found better places to put her hands. After a few minutes Holly started to moan once again. Kevin was sweating and panting like an overweight dog. I could see spit fly from his mouth with each strong exhale. “Fuck me.” was all Holly said and she repeated it over and over like a prayer. Kevin snorted and gasped his way through their violent coupling till he suddenly stopped. He was buried balls deep. Both of his hands were clamped on my wife’s hips. “When we together, nothing else matters You understand” Kevin bellowed. “It was Rebecca, she needed to be fed. I only…” Holly replied. It was a stupid thing to say. She yelped when Kevin’s hand came down again on her soft round ass. “When we are fucking, nothing else matters. You understand slut?” Kevin said with a hidden v******e to his tone. Wisely, Holly simply said, “Yes, I understand.” “What you understand slut?” Kevin hissed. Neither Kevin nor my wife had moved. She was bent over with her arms outstretched keeping herself from being toppled over. Kevin was over top of her. His cock was buried deep in Holly’s pussy and his hands planted hard on her hips. Holly couldn’t move. She was utterly at his mercy. Just like her body, her mind capitulated. My wife didn’t sob or weep when she replied, “I should have asked.””Bitch, you should have waited.” Kevin replied snidely. “You’re right. Please forgive me.” Holly said in a sweet whisper. Kevin immediately resumed his attack on Holly’s sex. He fucked her harder than I had ever seen. He was rougher than I had ever been with her. And yet, she was egging him on, pleading for him to plant his seed and when he did I’m sure all of the neighbors heard him. Just before he climaxed, Kevin gritted his teeth and bellowed, “I’m going to bust my nut. Bitch I’m going to put my baby in you. My baby, my black baby is going to be in you.”Holly cried out for him to do it. “Please give me your baby. I want to have your black baby. I’m yours all yours.” My wife was still mumbling “all yours” over and over when Kevin roared and filled her sex with his semen. I slid down the side of the house and just stared into the bushes. It was two hours before I moved and another half an hour before I got up and went back to my car. I was too stunned to think, so instead of driving I just sat in the car until eleven o’clock. When I called home Holly said that Rebecca had just woke up so if I hurried all three of us could eat together. True to her word we all three ate together. The house was clean and except for the missing crystal, there was no evidence that anything had happened. Holly was in her pale green robe. She asked if I would watch Rebecca so she could take a shower. I peered into the bathroom just as Holly was getting into step into the shower. She had bruises on hips from Kevin’s iron grip and she had a big mark on her ass that looked like a hand print. What surprised me were the hickeys on her chest. The big purple marks were below her breasts and to each side. She looked like she had been royally fucked. After her shower, Holly came downstairs, took Rebecca and went off to bed. I didn’t sleep that night. Hell, I didn’t even go to bed. In the morning I woke Holly and told her that I had to leave early. She groggily told me to go ahead. I left before the sun was up.I met Holly for lunch at her favorite restaurant. We sat at a big table in the corner. After the waitress took our drink order I looked Holly in the eye and told her that I had good news. Smiling she asked if everything had gone well with the project. “That went really well.” I told her and then added. “What went better was this…” I waited a moment for the waitress to sit the drinks down and leave. Then I told Holly that I wanted a divorce. I bent down to pull out some of the pictures I had in a bag by my chair, but stopped. Holly wasn’t upset. She didn’t look surprised either. If anything, Holly looked relieved. “I guess you know then?” Holly asked flatly. “Yeah, you’ve not exactly been discreet.” I told her. “How many people know? Oh my God, does Jake know?” Holly asked and for the first time she showed some emotion. “Not unless you’ve told him.” I said flatly.Holly shook her head then asked “can I have a couple of days to get my things out of the house?”The only time I ever showed anyone any part of my video collection was right then to Holly. I pushed play on the video player in my phone. It was the spot where Holly was apologizing for attending to our daughter instead of fucking her lover. “What do you think?” I asked. In the end I got my quick divorce. All it took was a hint that if the pictures ended up in court they would be public record for any one to see, Holly then capitulated to all of my demands. She even came around to granting me full custody of Rebecca. Funny thing is, I never had to be generous. The last time I saw Holly, we were officially ex-husband and ex-wife. Holly was pregnant. I asked how she was going to take care of it and where was she going to work? She stood up, gave me a sly smile and said simply, “I’m Kevin’s and he by the way is rich.” Kevin’s dad is very well off. Kevin worked in his father’s furniture store while he finished college. As for me, I have my family, my home and my freedom. The lying bitch is out of my life. And well, I’ve got the videos.

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